Judgement Day
Sat outside the tip at 7.50 am on the Saturday morning of a bank holiday weekend is an incredibly depressing experience. More unnerving is that we are third in the queue (that's right, there's a queue – who would want to get to the tip even earlier than we did?).

Still, we finally dispose of our old kitchen, which has been sat piled up, inviting covetous glances from passing arsonists outside our backdoor for months.

We then head back to the house and begin work in earnest. The lawn is mown, the kitchen units are finally finished off, the floors are respectively swept, vacuumed and mopped, the windows are cast open to allow the fresh air in, the washing is done, additional storage was purchased, assembled and filled, and items are bundled together and stashed in the loft.

As you might have guessed, Sunday was the day of the visit. Needless to say, Saturday and Sunday morning were spent working like dervishes to get the house clean and tidy. We managed clean and fairly tidy – with some piles of clothes on the spare bed, and the odd neatly placed pile of stuff on tables or against a wall.

Apparently we've still got "a lot of work to do" and the question of where we were going to put everything reared its ugly head, but otherwise we passed – maybe not with flying colours, but certainly with a solid B.

As they left, we collapsed into our sofa, breathed a heavy sigh of relief, kicked off our shoes and relaxed.
- posted by Paul @ 11:47 am