All of the doors and windows were opened wide, and Billie Holiday was playing over the stereo. Aziraphale was giving the place a good thorough spring cleaning, in anticipation of getting his new business opened. He still didn't know when Wilson would be joining him, but they'd
talked on the phone the day before and that contact had encouraged the angel to get his act together and stop moping around.
So the spacious rooms at the front of the
house were being filled with antique bookcases and comfortable chairs, plus a small cafe counter that he'd just 'miracled' into existence back near the door to the kitchen.
Maybe...he'd hire even some employees, eventually. It would be nice to have students around again.
[ooc: OPEN! I may drop off now and again for bursts of AFK, but otherwise I should be around pretty well for the day.]