Hey all! [SC here.] Back from travels! Hope the rest of everyone's summer went ok!
Sorry to hear so many of you are under par but equally very impressed by the exercisers among you. And hello to newcomers and welcome back to returnees. And many thanks to Hills for new September thread and all the links!
I've I hope you aren't finding work/job/childcare balance too onerous. 
Will catch up with thread properly later but just popping in for a (by now customary) vent if I may!
As some of you know - in addition to having lovely time with dhorse - battled slugs, flies, giant spiders, wasps, rats and a rather spectacular breakdown of sewage system in wreck2 whilst dealing with a succession of visitors. Spent last three days there doing fairly hefty post-summer scrub and clear up. Nearly killed me tbh but good news is that I have found a cleaner there through personal recommendation for the future thank heavens. Really important that she is trustworthy as leaving key with her.
In the meantime, dh and dd, who were back in town earlier than me, assured me that all was under control at wreck1 and that they were tidying up and keeping on top of things etc etc.
Entered front door last night and my heart sank. There were bags of rubbish and recycling by front door in outer hall, several full suitcases in inner hall with clothes bursting out of them. We have large two dining room tables (one is for outside) and they were both inside and totally covered in papers, cables, stationery and rubbish. Other boxes of RC all over the place as were clothes and shoes. The fridge was disgusting as was the kitchen bin. Dirty plates and pans stacked beside dw. Every other horizontal surface - and I mean every - was covered in RC.
Bit my lip for a while but dh could tell I wasn't happy and we ended up having a spectacularly awful row. Not my finest moment as I know he is stretched to the limit and working hard but honestly. This is the not the first time this has happened and this is basic stuff, like putting biscuit wrappers in bin and dirty clothes in laundry basket.
Went to bed not speaking and even worse, woke up this morning to find mice have food storage in kitchen again (sob) - was assured this had been thoroughly tackled in my absence and was under control - but it looks as though they have just been left to proliferate frankly.
So instead of attending to "ordinary" mess, I have spent all morning wearing rubber gloves, with large bottle of Dettol, on my hands and knees scrubbing everywhere where mice have been, throwing out knawed pkts and loads of food and cleaning up utterly disgusting mouse droppings.
I'm fucked off tbh. (Pls excuse poor lang. but no other way to describe it.)
Welcome home my arse. 