Build It Up, Knock It Down

We've got the builders in this week. I can't remember if I mentioned it, but we've been living with falling plaster and a hole in the kitchen ceiling thanks to a badly installed bath above. So enter the builders from heaven, who have not only finished the new ceiling already, but have left the kitchen cleaner than it started. I only hope they clean the bathroom today when they finish that as well - I can't be arsed to do it myself!

Because the kitchen and bathroom were out of bounds last night, we took advantage of MIL being on holiday and went round to hers for a shower. Bliss not to have to worry about the bathtub falling through the floor any moment! Then we descended on Venus for dinner, which at least saved us cooking over a bonfire in the back garden. I ended up spending half the evening trying explain Trade Unionism to 007, who although very bright for an 11 year old, still had trouble understanding the BA/Gate Gourmet dispute (she asked me to explain, I would hardly volunteer!). On the plus side, I drank the best part of a bottle of wine while lecturing, so it's not all bad.

Still feeling generally bored and pissed off. But you know all about that, so I won't bang on and repeat myself.