I have inexplicably woken up with a catastrophic hangover to be told by 'D'H that he's broken the lock on the back door and it now won't open. So we cannot get outside. We have just moved and have no oven or hob, just a single ring camping stove, which of course it outside.
I feel hideous and he's looking at me like I have all the solutions. If I could get outside I would definitely make a start on building a patio.