Welcome to my perfumed garden

The electrician is here. Assuming he can fix the problem, we'll soon be tidying up a bit before wending our weary way back across the Pennines for the Friday M62 Hell-ride back to Dad's.

::sigh::

We're not going to put all the furniture back. Next visit, we have the kitchen to sort out - maybe the stairs too, if we can find the time - it seems pointless to sort out a room that's going to be re-messed up as soon as we get back again so we'll be camped in the bedroom again next time, leaving the precious things of the house safe and soundly stacked in the study till we're all done and dusted.

So, we're almost done for this trip - I hope (assuming the nasty black stain doesn't work its way through yet another layer of skim. I swear to God, the thing's aliiive! O:!)

ETA: 3pm on the dot - the electrician's been and gone (£47! We'll be using him again for sure *g*). The mess is cleaned up and bags packed; time to strip the bed, shower up and get on our way. See y'all on the other side...