[Margaret Pilkington]

Well....I disconnected my computer...and I worked solid for 6 hours. I really knew that this was the only way anything would get done.
There was lots of grunting and groaning...in fact it reminded me of something....I know now what it was, it was LABOUR. Well, except the man of the moment didn't have any input to this little bit of work.

I have done a big move around in the room....the computer desk and all the gubbins are now at the opposite corner of the room......the sofa bed is under the window (still piled high with stuff to be shifted).......the carpet had had a good hoovering (except it was a Dyson...but Dysoning doesn't sound quite right).

The ankle biter was here for the afternoon and he desperately wanted to 'help'....and I desperately didn't want his little fingers poking into stuff that he should be touching. I have to admit i got a bit fractious at one point and told him to 'go away and find Grandad'....which he did.

The rest of the shifting can be done tomorrow.......I feel absolutely 'mashed'.
All this for 3 days!