Self Portrait with Plastering

I was allowed out today to go to work. I was feeling slightly mental, more accurately like Mrs Rochester, not Miss Havisham (according to my pedantic aunt I spelt it wrong yesterday), but feeling a bit more normal now.

The plasterer's been and apparently they're coming back tomorrow to put the skirting back - I'm impressed, although I am certainly paying for it!

I could sleep for a week though...

Bad Granny's last night tonight, and she cooked us a lovely dinner. I will have to fend for myself tomorrow night. Eek.