The change in seasons certainly brings out the shortcomings of the DCs' wardrobes, doesn't it? On the eve of our trip to Ireland, DS finds that two of his three pairs of jeans won't pull up past his newly-expanded arse, and are about six inches shorter than they should be - trouble his, he spends most of his weekends in football kit, or slobbing about in pants and a dressing gown
, so hasn't worn jeans in ages.
Back in the day, we used our trips to Ireland to stock up on cheap clothes, but not nowadays; he'll just have to make do. I'm packing some woolly pullies - it is going to be brass monkeys.
Good luck with the kitchen, Herbs; we did ours two years ago. Luckily the builder-in-chief was a chap we've known for years who has done a lot of work on this house and on our old one, so we didn't have the "trust" worries.