Cheeses of Nazareth

So, the bathroom people should be coming on Wednesday. Plumber/project manager said "it might take 10 days" and then, under pressure, accepted that "it might run a bit over, but I'm sure you want use out of there as much as we want to get it done so that we can play some golf". Well, at least he's honest.

Of course, he hasn't discovered the toxic mould that doubless lies behind the rotting plaster on one of the walls. It could be worse. At least it isn't asbestos.


So, I spent half an hour emptying various cabinets (viz, two thereof) and this was (part) of the result. In the blue plastic baggette are 183 buttons, of varying sizes and hues. How does so much stuff accumulate?

I guess I'd better take a picture of the old wreck of a bathroom as well, so at least I will have memories of before and after.

( pictures, more gibbering )