Aww, poor thing. 
DD1 arrived back from camping in Cornwall late afternoon, giving me just enough time to bathe and feed her, wash and tumble her clothes and re-pack her suitcase, as she, DD2, and cousins are off to PGL tomorrow morning for the week. No Bank Holiday lie-in for me. But as the place is in Hindhead, DH, DS and I will motor on down the A3 to Portsmouth, for a bit of retail therapy and maybe a spot of luncheon at Gunwharf Quays.
Anything to get away from this grot-box of a house. The builders, having inserted lintels above four of our windows, have departed, but we now have dust everywhere and gaping, draughty holes at the top of each windowframe where the plasterwork has come away. These need the old expanding-foam-and-inept-plastering treatment.
The hole above the playroom/study window is a particular delight; it must be somehow connected to the wasps nest we zapped a couple of days ago, so every few minutes a twitching wasp carcass falls onto the floor beside me.