Royal Visit
Having slogged our guts out over the bank holiday, I finally finished the intricate gloss work on our small bedroom this week. Good job too, as the man came to fit the carpet on Wednesday.

It looks great. Despite his doubts about the size of carpet I ordered, it fits beautifully

(Sample quote from him: "How sure are you of your measurements?" Me: "Over 90%" Him: "Is that all, I'll charge you if you've fucked up?" – well he didn't say the last one, but it was what he was thinking.)

Anyway, it's a good job that it's done, because news came through this week that we will be visited by my mother-in-law's mother in a couple of weeks time.

Helpfully my father-in-law suggested we bring them tea whilst they stay in the car and look at the outside of the house.

However, we're determined to rise to the challenge, and present a clean, tidy, organised, well maintained home for the visit.

I imagine this is what happens to scout huts and village halls when they hear that the Queen is popping round – a mad flurry of building work, painting, scrubbing and bunting hanging probably goes on for months, only to be seen for about two minutes by the Her Majesty, before she goes to watch Horse Racing.

Still, we're psyching ourselves up for the big push, and the house will be gleaming by the time the visit occurs.

If all else fails, we can always carry their mugs outside…
- posted by Paul @ 4:35 pm