Pretending I have a kitchen.

Work up this morning feeling a little worse for wear after last night's drinking, but after some breakfast and a cuppa Stu, Dad and I headed to the house. Again not really knowing what to do I knocked all the spindles out the staircase and had a fire to burn them along with a wooden pallet which had been left by the door fitters. I moved some bricks and lead from the roof which had been left in the bedroom and then decided to chalk out the kitchen. Dad needed to know where we needed sockets putting so it needed to be done. The lines are a bit wonky as at this point the hangover was in full swing. At 4.30 it all got too much and I had to give in and go home. Dad and Stu carried on while I slept off my hangover.
I'm such a lightweight!