cliché-like Sunday morning

Poo. Still down. Today was always scheduled to be a doing-things-to-make-the-flat-less-half-finished day so at least it meant that there was one less distraction. Mr Bathroom is now ready to have his painting completed, there are are few less scrappy bits of old wallpaper poking out from beneath the cornice in the other room, the two panel-bits behind the toilet are now the same material at the same depth, there are less things in piles in the wrong place for the type of thing and I still had time to wash last week's mud off my bike, replace the read mudguard and attempt to see if I can work out what the crank-related nasty clicking noise is and if it is subdued by oils. It was dampened slightly but came back so will probably have to be taken to a place of competence to establish the cause of the problem and get the bits to replace it though that'll probably include whatever sort of tools are required to replace the bottom bracket these days.