10.3 at 4.50 this morning. Usual (these days) pain killers and tea. 9.3 at 8.40 (before breakfast). Now 8.4.
The kitchen is a bit clearer now. The table has been put back together and re-covered. One extension section is on trestles in the hallway. It took quite a lot of cleaning and has had a first coat of oil, but needs more. The 2nd extension section is still in its corner waiting to be brought out and cleaned but we may have to get some more teak oil for that - there was very little left in the bottle when we started this little job. I'm thinking about getting a bigger, different shaped table out of the loft and putting this one away (suitably wrapped against the damp and cold). The one I am thinking about is an oak, refectory style about 1 metre by about 2 metres. Narrower than the teak one but longer. Not sure if it will fit in the space.
I did have a beautiful and beautifully designed, old oak table (about 1930's or so) which was a good size for this kitchen - about 1 metre square when not extended - but I gave it, and its chairs, to Alistair because the table in their house was too big and they got rid of it. Later, they bought a new, small circular table and, I discovered, used the wood from my lovely oak table to build two bedheads for the children. I was (secretly) quite annoyed at that and would have asked for it back and bought some bedheads for them had I known beforehand. But, fair enough, I had given it to them so I had no right to be annoyed. I could do with it now, though. Ah well. That's life. The milk is spilt so I'll keep my tears to myself.