At last, the new tiles are down, the ceiling up, and I've done more of my characteristically patient painting while breaking up fights between Pink and Blue Daughters over who has the smartest shadow.
The large old fireplace is uncovered, and all we're waiting for is the ivory stove. If ever you want an ivory stove, forget it. It'll always be on the verge of showing up, but never actually appear. And it's never the fault of the person you're speaking to.
And finally, a proud moment. Scottish Husband bought a packet of jelly babies the other day. No artificial flavourings or colourings. Superfoods, essentially: pure anti-oxidant, dusted with omega-3. We use them as bribes. But here's the thing: he put them, totally unprompted, all by himself, into an empty Bonne Maman jam-jar and placed it on the Bonne Maman shelf. Beat that, lifestylers.