Tight Squeeze!

Another bitty day. Finally decided to attack the house. I hate housework and can find a multitude of reasons for ignoring the dust and pretending I can't see the hoover lurking in the back cupboard. Anyway as they say, needs must. Now upstairs is dust and dog hair free and downstairs is minus its coat of Ash from the fire.  I'm tempted to have a dram but I'm too lazy to go out and buy some. 
My pal is back from the hospital wearing a back brace that looks like a suit of armour and weighs as much. Her dogs are happy to see her and her brother and sister in law are on hand to help so I'm off duty.