Evening hags.
I'm frantically packing up the kitchen, prior to the builders starting on Monday. It seems the kitchen is the repository for 90% of our possessions, most of which verge on the unnecessary. I am festooning the front wall with unwanted crockery, for passing residents to take.
We will be without running water downstairs for four weeks, though for the last week we'll be in North Norfolk, gratefully eating things that haven't been cooked in a microwave in the sitting room. DP is making a bean chilli to freeze in portions, so we can eat that for the next few weeks.
I too am off to a firework do tonight, but just at a friend's house. As always, I have wheeled out my 'I'd love to come and let one off in your garden' joke, which I never fail to find amusing. Tragic, really. It presents S&B challenges, as it's going to be arsing freezing on the way - and during the outside activity - but probably pretty snug in the house itself.