Folly?

A few weeks ago, negotiations went something like this:

Marc: I want a huge bath in the new bathroom

Me: But I don't want a huge bath, they take hours to fill, and we're on a water meter, and the bathroom's really small

Marc: If I can have a huge bath, you can have a table tennis table

Me: Oh, OK then.

Ta-da!! It arrived today, and I built it all by myself. Ben's friends came round to help him christen it, and they giggled and mucked about in the sub-zero temperatures until they had to come in because they were freezing cold. It doesn't fit on the patio, the lawn is going to get trashed, but it's competition for the Xbox, so who cares?

Off to get my hair cut tonight, then preparing to go to London for a couple of days.