The Recoverer (11).
by
Angharad.

Work came in at a constant and steady stream. I was asked to look at a supposed arson or a suspicious fire that the assessor was wary of passing as a claim. The fire brigade, with their specialist investigators were unsure of too, normally they yeah or nay it within minutes unless there has been a fatality in which case they analyze it to the nth degree, helped by police forensic scientists. But for just minor building work and furniture and carpets, they just gave us a shrug.

The Recoverer (9).
by
Angharad.

The supermarket was the easy bit of the day, I bought a boot full of food including some easily made meals but not quite ready-made, may as well have takeaways as those, though they are slightly cheaper if you heat them yourself.

The Recoverer (6).
by
Angharad.

The Recoverer (5).
by
Angharad.

I had been asked to do a talk to a woman's club about my job. I hadn't agreed because I wasn't sure that I had enough anecdotes to keep them entertained. When I'd asked the organiser why she wanted me, she said," Well, we like to see women running their own businesses successfully and I'm told you are successful."

"I'm doing okay, I suppose, but much of my work is boring research or long hours of watching people we suspect. It's like watching paint dry."

The Recoverer (4).
by
Angharad.

The Recoverer (3).
by
Angharad.