Lipsmacking

He was about to head off for a few days with Liz. He'll come back like a cannonball. No wonder he was licking his lips. He can't stay here though as we are getting new wardrobes fitted in two rooms and, combined with the ongoing Porch construction, he'll bark up a lung.

Mrs Smith worked out that, after a year in the new place, our heating bills are 60% less than the old house. That made me happy enough even before a visit from Kath and Scott, a few bowls of chilli, and Liverpool beating the Arse.