Tomorrow is the last day of term. I can’t believe it’s a week off, then four more weeks to the summer holidays, Where’s it all gone?
This weekend, we are heading back to sunny Swindon and more work. In addition to the renovation works, I now have an unlawful occupier in my other property. He sounds nice enough (as far as squatters go) and hopefully we can come to come amicable arrangement. Otherwise, I will be sending Jensen up chimneys and looking for some bailiffs.
This has been taking up much of my time (the property, not the chimney sweeping enterprise).
On a more decadent note, I do have a table booked at Les Chat for Saturday night. I’ve been trying to get in for ages (virtually since the place opened). So, in between worrying over where my next crust is coming from, I’ve been indulging in a serious spot of culinary porn.
It’s funny how the hardcore recipe books (Nigella, anything with a serious chocolate habit) come out at times of stress.