The home tour is over - what began as a conversation over drinks two years ago has been accomplished and a real sense of anti-climax has set in. I met some very interesting and interested people, including Terry of Architectural Tourist which was a great pleasure if a brief one; saw some beautiful and chic homes and wondered at the amount of talent and culture displayed in these two towers. I'm tired, sleepy and yet remain on the sofa in the library listening to the sounds of sleep from the bedroom and writing this post - as if I'm loath to let the day go. My house is finished, as far as it ever will be and I am proud of what we have achieved, he and I, in our battles, our misgivings and our loving moments - a house I hope is chic, comfortable and welcoming.
To end the day, Purcell's An Evening Hymn
Now, now that the sun hath veil’d his light
And bid the world goodnight;
To the soft bed my body I dispose,
But where shall my soul repose?
Dear, dear God, even in Thy arms,
And can there be any so sweet security!
Then to thy rest, O my soul!
And singing, praise the mercy
That prolongs thy days.