Dry run

The man is coming tomorrow to take photos of our house to display them on the internet. Previous visitors to our house will understand why it has taken nearly three months to get to this point. The washing will be dry tomorrow and I think perhaps I will need to coax Rosie out of shot.

In other good news, the car skipped happily through its MOT without comment and the fridge took on the stern talking to and decided to continue with actual life. And we went to have a second look at the house we like because we had got it all confused with other houses. Still like it, likely won't be able to buy it unless we get some loaded person who likes worn carpets and grubby living room walls rocking up here this weekend.

This weekend, that starts tomorrow which is v happy news. Less good is our visit to Hannah and Simons has had to be scaled back and readjusted a bit due to extreme wobbliness. Still though. No work until Monday.

Now, The Good Fight and then the tide should be out far enough afterwards so Rosie can get a walk at last. It's been a an an annoying day where did some stuff far too quickly and therefore wrong. I hate it when I start doing that.