Barking

I think that last night the Hound decided we were utterly barmy. Not only was the house a total disaster-zone when she came back (having been in kennels while we were sorting out most of the kitchen) but we ended up taking all the washing-up upstairs to do it in the bathroom. Hound ended up looking at us both with the collie expression of “What the fuck are you two up to?”

Actually, it all worked out pretty well – everything’s been washed up, and we were able to get a lot of stuff moved back to where it should be. In fact, we almost have the house back. That’s a good feeling after this week, I can tell you.

Now it’s “just” making sure that the Plumber is still coming out tomorrow to do the water/waste stuff in the kitchen, and tiling the walls. Then we can be about sorted. Yee-Ha.