I can't remember anything about my first post.
Greatnan's death was sudden and shocking. I remember the sense of relief when the police said she must have died straight away after her fall in the mountains. The worst of the waiting (ten days I think it was) was wondering if, for part of that time, she was still alive, in agony and unable to call for help. She died doing what she loved.
My house is, ahem, busy or, as MrB puts it, "productive". That is, we do stuff and it shows. As does the dust 😬
Which reminds me of a professor in whose house I was a lodger for a while. His wife was an alcoholic and so there were always a lot of wine bottles in the dustbin. Gosh! That was before glass recycling had started and it was only in the late nineties. Not so very long ago when you think about it! Anyway, Michael would comment about how much heavy "dust" there seemed to be on bin days.