Yes, I now have somewhere in the house to sit and eat. I'd made the choice that tidying out the cupboard, rearranging the front room, and moving things out of the kitchen was just the thing for a post-hangover day's work 
So, now in the kitchen there's Lynne and Laurie's old table, and a couple of sacks of rubbish to go out tomorrow morning. The cooking books now reside on the living room, along with other books which up until now didn't have anywhere to live. And the 20 odd buckets I've somehow managed to collect over the years are now sitting under the stairs.
All in all a rather productive day, even if movement was interspaced with regular ontake of fluids 
Would that be