The morning after...

I couldn't face it when I took this picture at 8.20am, so snatched another 4 or 5 hours in bed and then felt ready and able to face the aftermath.

My kitchen floor is white again, my glass-cupboard is full, chairs, crockery and cutlery returned to neighbours and the recycling units are kept in business for another week.

It's 8pm and I'm in my pjs and dressing gown and ready for a night on the sofa. Bliss.