Twiddle-dee-dee
Debbie’s birthday today. Matthew was having a great time desperately trying to open all her presents for her. I eventually had to command him to back away from the presents with his hands in the air. No shortage of enthusiasm, that boy. Anyway, Happy Birthday Deeds! No tiles down, but a plasterer has been in painting poo-coloured sludge on the walls. It’s lovely. We have a brown house. Still, better than black. The exterior of the kitchen roof has now been finished, so the house is structurally sound again. It’s really just a matter of waiting to see what happens next.
Gen-U-ine house coloured sludge.
