Sorting the kitchen today, and I've now a fully functioning, and room-enough-for, dining table 
I can now entertain without everyone having to sit with dinner in their lap 
Spent most of the day sorting through Jules clothes and stuff, bagging things ready for taking to the Hospice shop. And straightening the place up ready for the landlord's quarterly annual inspection by the letting agents. Should be interesting reading their latest view on the state of the place, last times complaint being dusty skirting boards.... 
And before you ask, yes, there's still room to swing Spitfire around the kitchen
