Dad’s gone back to sunny Cornwall, after a week of laughter and boozing, and I’m now left to fend for myself. He made some lovely dinners – now it’s back to the oven chips. Drat.
Anyway, I thought I’d throw myself into getting some work done on the house. The plumber has fixed the leaks in the bathroom, and the new window and doors are being fitted right at this very minute – bloody noisy too. Got Carpenter Dave coming next week to fit my wooden doors – it will be so nice to take down the sheets in the doorways. I’ve asked him for locks on all the doors – now I must organise a reason to use them. Heh heh.