A tale of two sheds.

A pleasing blend of smashing things to bits and making things and painting ceilings.. Fortunately the right way around. Two sheds to the tip.  Sadly Murdo munched some of the rotting chipboard and has been barfing all over the place. Seems to have settled now, he is snoozing on my lap. The kitchen is starting to come together. We have two plumbing kits while we only need one and an extra drawer. The work tops arrived early (our delivery window started at 8:45am) so they sat for fifteen minutes sending more and more irate texts. Work tops are (3.6m long) There was no way they could get them down our L shaped hall and wanted to just leave them in the garden. They refused to put them into the dining room window in a very unfriendly and surly manner. No worries, post Brexit they'll be deported back to eastern Europe. Grumpy arseholes. We scooted the tops through the window no bother. Their employers will be getting feedback shortly.

Might have a day off tomorrow.