My maid's left, and I'm back to housework. In case I'd fooled myself into thinking I'd ever been away.
So while my knees adjust to the workouts, I remain in pain and that leads to a foul temper and that leads to less blogging. Otherwise all is well, V is as daft as ever, The Bhablet as, well, Bhablety, and life is a fairly decent mixture of good and bad. Work is interesting.
Slight feeling of anti-climax now that the hunt is over.
See you later.