Clear out

Well, no rest for the wicked. Up early for delivery of a skip and then spent the whole day supervising the conscripted troops to empty the attic and paint and re-carpet the cupboard under the stairs. Success! Skip filled to the brim and attic completely cleared, however the rest of the house is now like a tip filled with all sorts of treasures such as my dad's army uniform, my Lilliput typewriter from childhood (a real collector's item), the beautiful boys' baby toys and games, film negatives, golf balls, tents, drum kits, guitars, speakers, my nursing uniforms and, even worse, my Guide uniform...

Went over to my lovely brother's in the evening for a traditional festive curry and a few beers in his clean, civilised house.

A poor, last minute shot of The Castle on the way back home.