Me and ‘im have been working like dogs today. (Actually every day recently.)

Today we’ve put in 3 worktops, precision made by DM. I’ve meanwhile cleaned out the greenhouse, cleared the last two beds in the veggie garden and planted the potatoes, not to mention cleaning and sorting our guest accommodation so Claz and Matt can sleep cosily in their bed for the forthcoming few days.

I’m not supposed to say so but Claz is celebrating a big birthday (50) on Monday so it’s all got to be nice.

Actually the kitchen is going to be fairly crappy but I’ll do my best not to let that hamper our celebrations.

DM is shot here with his workstation “just so”. It’s shot out of my office window even though I don’t warrant an office of my own any more because I don’t have a proper job. I kind of feel it’s a situation of “possession is 9/10ths of the law”.

Me? My job is wire-wooling and oiling them. I’m doing a grand job even though I say so myself. They come out as smooth as baby’s bottoms and look bloody fab even though I say so myself.

It’s still chaos here. It’s still mad. I did manage to cook a three-course meal in this kitchen tonight though.