Life Is Just Tiring Sometimes

Well, the man came round to look at the ceiling, and he said that he and a labourer could manage it in a "long day" (this means working after 3pm in building-speak, I think). Unfortunately, I have to empty the room. Now, emptying my office will not be easy. Just emptying it of the contents will be hard enough, but taking out the furniture and the entire top row of shelves (which circumnavigate the room apart from the chimney-breast) kind of eliminates any planned poker-playing, shopping, reading, or eating on Sunday.

Here's the crack:

( click here to see ceiling about to collapse )