I think the kitchen is finally finished. I couldn't procrastinate any longer and finally got round to doing the housework that I've been putting off for weeks because of the refurb. I even dusted, and got rid of a few cobwebs. I feel like a proper housewife. Well, sort of. I haven't actually put away any of the washing up - but at least we are no longer eating pizza off paper plates and their isn't an inch of plaster dust on every flat surface downstairs, so it's a start.
Oh alright, I wasn't quite as virtuous as I'm making out. I got a bit bored of the whole hausfrau thing and wrote a couple of flash fiction stories, too. Which is why there is still dust/cobwebs/mildew upstairs. Oh, please don't make me do the upstairs, too!