Day Fifty Five

There's a reason for the missing blog days. Delayed; running late; interruption in service. Hardly Shakespearean, more the kind of rhymeless language that gets burnt into your skull if you're unfortunate enough to have to travel on the London Underground for more than a day.

I'm not sure what the expression is here, across the pond in Pennsylvania, but the physical, material and unavoidable truth is that work on the Small White House has come to a grinding, hit a brick wall, halt.

We need either an architect's or engineer's stamp and seal on our renovation plan before we do any more work on the building. Don't ask. It's enough to say that it's a story that would take considerably longer to tell than if Keith Richards told you what he remembered about his life in the 1970's.

So, this week has been taken up (and it's not even close to being over yet) with meetings and trying to understand the labyrinthine rules, codes and regulations that an "office" has to adhere to in 2010.

I honestly think it would be easier to install a landing strip for a light aircraft.

Emily constructed this scale model today to help us work out our options.