Just channeling Crystal Galye here, since I sat bolt upright awake at a time that included a six in the number, and not in a good way.
I'm not sure how long she has been back, feels like she never left.
Yesterday the whole family were crowded round the computer in a form of mini group hysteria planning a new life in Spain.
Closely followed by Cuneo when I objected to the somewhat arid appearance of the bits of Spain they fancied.
And then back to reality.
Our house is currently valued in eurocents thanks to the pilgrims.
Plus you don't get to run away from your responsibilities towards an old lady just cos she is mentally ill, throws things at you and spits like a lama who is in training to win gold in the Lama Olympic Spitting Event.
So in an exercise of mini group positive thinking (hard when Mrs. Glass is bloody more than half empty is on your team) we sat down and worked out how much we'd need to spend to make this house what we want it to be. We have a figure, we have enough cash to do it, everybody is cool with the changes and by the time we finish the guru should be dead (he is already in his 80s and drinks like a fish) so at least when the house regains it's rightful value it will be highly salable should we decided to hightail it to
In celebration of this I tided the garden and the Sock Dropper attacked the garage and wine cellar thingie that has no wine in it and frankly I won't go in that dank, descending hole even if you fill it with Barolo.
Which meant I went to bed early cos I was knackered.
And then woke up at a stupid hour with the IKEA catalogue flashing before my eyes and a yen to find a the perfect wood burning stove to connect to the central heating to give the existing one some much needed extra kilowatts.
I absolutely did not mutter anything about stuffing MILS or gurus into the massive wood burning stoves I found on line.
And if I did it was a green/frugal saving wood suggestion, not frustraton based naughtiness. Perish the thought.