Pixie

I have just got the dust from my nose, but not from behind my fingernails. Eight bags of books are down from the loft and boxed, cobwebs and rubble removed, another tip trip accomplished and other books shifted around to hopefully safer places. We are knackered. Little Agu was a huge part of it all. To have an extra pair of very willing hands in the chain meant we didn't have to go up and down the step ladder quite so much. We would have stopped half way through. As it is, we've had bangers and mash for tea, we're aching, but content. I'm not so sure what this pixie is so smug about.