Back to School

The girls are doing a great job of finding new homes for all their belongings, and devising new routines for getting ready for school in a caravan.  Emma went back today into Year 5, Hannah starts Year 8 tomorrow. (Her last day of the holidays was spent poorly in bed with a streaming cold, poor thing).

You can see that Pickle is quite at home in his new environment. (I caught him licking a discarded packet of crisps in the builders' trailer in the front garden this evening - yuk!)

Weird question, but does anyone else measure the passing weeks by the number of loo rolls used by your family?  Well, maybe it's just me (!), but I can report that the groundworks builders (not turned up at all today, Sean unwell) have been with us well into the second loo roll - and that includes us on holiday for 2 1/2 weeks. 

Adrian returns from Japan tomorrow and will be most disappointed at the amount of mess everywhere and unfinished work.  I'm afraid I could hold my tongue no longer and told Sean his organisation of this project was farcical - woops!  He promises he'll be back tomorrow to 'finish things off' (heard that one before!).  I asked him, 'yes, but actually finished?'  At least we still owe him lots of money so he has good reason to complete the job.  Lovely bloke if you don't have a deadline, but a bit stressful if you do.