Sunday Night Selfie

Despite our smiles we are knackered. The bathroom is stripped. The stuff in the bathroom has been sorted and ditched or temporarily rehomed. The loft is sorted, cleared and the dead flies hoovered up so the electrician can fit the vent. A tip run has been done and a dozen bags of clothes dropped off at various charity collection bins. The chickens have been cleaned and deloused and the rats have been cleaned out. The Boy’s internet cable has been run up through the ceiling, across the loft and back down into his room. The laundry beast has been slain and the airing cupboard has been emptied (again for access to pipes and cables). Oh and Eldest has been taken out for a drive into Penryn.

I’m over this new bathroom malarkey and it hasn’t really started yet...