The Saga Continues

Sunday dawned sunny and bright.  The pile of anti-rodent preparations in the kitchen glared at me so I went and sat outside to watch the bird life and drink coffee.

Some patchwork trimming, four loads of laundry and a supermarket trip later

No I am not procrastinating

Much

Mr B rang to say he had invited one of his clients to dine with us that evening.  Oh crikey - all evidence of rat defence program was swept under the cupboards and kick boards pushed back into place.  Sewing was cleared off the dining room table.  The pile of 'this must leave the house' sitting in the entrance way was shoved unceremoniously into my office (shame it doesn't have a door!).  The lounge got a lick and polish - cushions plumped, blankets arranged on chairs.  Floors got swept and obvious dust on windowsills got a sort of lazy swish with my elbow as I raced past putting the loads of laundry away.

Second phone call: "I've invited him to stay the night."

Arggggh - the second bedroom is missing a few cupboard doors where I had been discussing with a carpenter how to give the arrangement an upgrade. I can't fix that and the builder doesn't start until 3 June, but at least the bed was made up.

There is nothing like doing a total spring clean in 2 hours.

My reward for all this was that, after a good meal and some wine, Mr B snored half the night .  He doesn't believe me.  At something after midnight I was scouring my phone (in the dark) to get the voice recording app to work and recorded 2 minutes of window-rattling chainsaw noises.  I have the evidence but it didn't help me get to sleep any more effectively.