The thing about preparing for major work on the house is you find all sorts of things.

For example I located a number of books that had been mislaid in the move, some spare parts for the bike and an entire saucepan.

Also a small shrew (that’s a mini-mouse to you and me) that is currently hiding behind the bookcase. G is trying to entice it out from it’s hidey hole into a tupaware box for forced relocation to Bostall Heath.

I’m doing what men do best: supervising from the sofa, feet off the floor. In a pride of Lions it’s not the male that hunts right? It works for them and they’re top of the food chain.

Neil thy name is wuss – I’ve come to terms with it so should you.

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