Green dust of death

Do not be alarmed. The green dust of death now drifting across Oxfordshire is not an alien invasion.

All this week we have been using a very handy dust sheet to catch the detritus of our decorating. This dust sheet has had many previous identities and for the last 14 years has more commonly been known as my living room carpet. Not to say that it is 14 years old -- no, no, it is much older. MUCH older. MUCH older.

And now it too has made its way to the great graveyard of all -- well, far too many -- of Ben's possessions (Drayton dump). The faint miasma of green that marked our passage should have dispersed by now and anyone living along Drayton Road can breathe safely.

This has also led to the discovery of a red tile fireplace in the living room. Fancy that.