Appetite for Destruction

In fairness, the old desk had been salvaged from a skip before she was born and had been wobbling alarmingly for some time. So, after Mrs S and Eve had constructed the new flat pack desk and put it in her bedroom, Eve got to finish off the old one before it was put in the recycling centre pile in the garage.

Then I ran Ruby and her pals to Iola's 18th Birthday party. I'm picking them up again at 12.30am. I'll take flasks of coffee and sick bags.