The house looks lovely.
To be honest, upstairs is still a bit of a shambles and there's paperwork to mark and sort out on the dining room table. But everywhere else is lovely.
The house smells of a combination of bleach and fresh bread. Tescos have delivered, I've roasted a poussin and scoffed the lot with two huge slices of bread.
And now I'm off to bed. I'm tired tonight. IF I get up later I'll blog, if not, I won't.