Never-ending story

I don't know why I bother. Spent ages cleaning this floor yesterday - and now look at it. Ah well, I suppose that's what happens when you have a house full of plaster dust, and then add knocking all the old plaster off a wall to that...

The borage I moved seemed to have perked up this morning, though it was horizontal again this evening. Mind you I don't blame it with the howling cold wind and never-ending rain. I would happily have spent the day horizontal too (with a good book and at least two duvets). Instead there was a load more cleaning to do, playdates to supervise and ribs to cook for dinner (with cauliflower two ways - I do spoil them).