Feet up briefly

We've spent all day trying to get ready for tomorrow's carpet-fitters. Richard's been amazingly fast with the paintbrushes but we're still not quite there - the kids have managed to accumulate a LOT of crap in the 6 years we've been living in this house, and it's taking ages to clear the rooms, so we're still going to have to run around like headless chickens tomorrow morning.
Thankfully my head managed to behave itself today.


The painter has fallen asleep in the few minutes since I took this photo.
(He's got funny feet, hasn't he?)

Oh - and I broke Gemma's bed. Buggerit.