Priorities

While Mrs B treated her mum to a day of relaxing, lunching and shopping, me and the boys did... other stuff.

Like ride the bus into town for an opticians appointment and stop off for haircuts on the way back. Living it large. Oh yes. At least Milo no longer looks like he's channeling Wurzel Gummidge and Dave Hill. More a junior accountant now.

OK - prioritise this lot please. I won't tell you the budget. Pity is an ugly sentiment.

New shed - the current one is too small and is leaking. Even when it isn't raining it seems to find water to drip on the contents.

There is a little water 'ingress' into the flat-rooved back kitchen when it lashes down.

Milo's bedroom has little in the way of natural light (I say little - its a sensory depravation chamber) and a part glazed door would go some way to offset the likelihood of him growing into a white-faced snooker champion.

We're in the Geneva area for Christmas and a couple of days' skiing for Mrs B and I would be most therapeutic.

The fan oven appears to have given up fanning - and getting hot.

Complete the bathroom revamp - the bath hasn't got a side yet and a second coat of paint wouldn't go amiss.

Alternatives considered...