I want my dinner...

Home too late, too tired and Andy had been treated to more pizza than he could eat while getting all ethical on a training course at work. Dinner was about to slip by the wayside but Andy stepped up to the mark and made me an omelette and salad, despite him not really fitting in the kitchen. Since our landlords kindly and very quickly bought us a new mattress at the weekend we've decided we should probably move forward with our requests for the next level of improvements; another 2 ft of ceiling height, curtains, some folding patio doors, a new kitchen and a hot tub ought to do it. If you don't ask, you don't get...