All gussied up

Well that - after a long day of dusting, sweeping (with occasional vaccuming when it was working) and clearing out TallGirl's 18 months' worth of accumulated papers and junk - was the house all gussied up. Next it was my turn. (To wash the dust off anyway, I'm not sure you could call my appearance when our guests arrived 'gussied up' in any way.)

Mr B, however, knows better how to do things in style: showing up at the airport in black suit and tie, to collect our pals like a proper chauffeur. And so a (nearly) week of fun beckons....