Squeak no more

Husband dearest has things that niggle him somewhat.

The squeaky floorboard by the door to the spare bedroom has been a source of some consternation for a while now.

Not one to do things by halves, the carpet is up, the really rubbish chipboard flooring that was there has been replaced/reinforced and the cavity between the floor and downstairs ceiling has been stuffed with insulation.

The race is on now to be finished in the next 45 minutes as we ARE sitting down to watch Downton Abbey together.

(In a rare feat, I have managed to get my work done, go for a 5km run, shower, cook tea, do the ironing and be in my pjyamas by 8pm. I need a little lie down to get over the shock of being so organised!)