The work of converting - or claiming - a corner of the shed for my market "mess" began yesterday. Things and boxes not touched for millennia must be sorted sold, given away and/or disposed of. No, not the tools (they are/were The Husband's, his father's and my father's); they most certainly have their uses. They are used and will be relocated. Deeper into the "cave"...

This photograph popped up on my feed on one of the other social media sites. The oldest one. You know the one I'm talking about. It still freaks me out how people find one there. Despite maximum security settings. That said, more than 20 years ago, it was the main means for organising a school reunion.

Anyone who browses through my posts over the last how many years - not months - will know that I make and sell marmalade. Quite a lot. I'll come back to this. I try to make and stockpile product during citrus season and when the prices are favourable. I don't always succeed and earlier this year had run out of one of the lines.

To say that yesterday was Monday is stating the obvious. Somehow, though, Mondays seem to have a character of their own. Often infused with "hangovers" from the previous week. So, yesterday was no different. I've been waiting for confirmation of a job and last week, bought a piece of furniture (for The Corner), and which couldn't be fetched because my friend, R's vehicle had a flat battery).

I love autumn but I hate winter, and over the last week, we've had a taste of the latter. Especially yesterday.For more than the last month, my Saturday has started in what feels like the dark, middle of the night. It's the one thing I've never adjusted to, living in the Western Cape. Having grown up further east, getting up in the dark didn't happen and in summer, the sun rose at 4 am.

The last bit of the concrete work around the house is done. Although I posted about the throwing of the slab here, I didn't illustrate exactly what a difference it's going to make to my life. And to the whole house. Now, it - actually - the sandbags - should dry out and at last, I'll be able to repaint. Inside at out.