Boffin, it does load much quicker, but I don't like having a huge advert between the options (refresh, flip, etc.) and the thread itself. I keep having to scroll past Sweaty Betty and her unfeasibly toned, shiny, plastic tummy in order to navigate.
And the type is a bit small for my liking...
The bl**dy estate agents have just phoned to say potential buyers want to look at the house tomorrow morning. It is embarrassingly filthy and messy, as I can't clean because of my knee. I think I'll answer the door and then run away for 20 minutes while they look at the sticky kitchen floor, dust piles and overflowing baskets of clothes everywhere.
It's really annoying as I was v excited about the coming weekend: MIL invited us to go ski-ing, which I wasn't looking forward to much, as I obviously couldn't ski and the place she booked has no nice cafés to hang out in while others ski, so I was envisaging a weekend where I worked in the guest house while everyone else had fun. Oh, and I really don't get on with her, but that's a whole other thread. But I didn't dare wimp out, because our relationship is so strained.
DH suggested I have a weekend to myself (the first one in nearly 4 years, probably the last one for the next 4 years), and I've been planning all sorts of sedate activities (long lie-ins, protracted breakfasts with the radio on and no need to chivvy/scold/dress/play with DS, lots of DVDs, going to the hairdressers ...). The idea of these strangers rolling up and making me feel bad about the muckiness of the house has taken the shine off things.
Right, back to work.