Sorry to hear about DP's Dad Herbs. Fingers crossed and thumbs held here.
I see it is raining yet again.
I will offer my living room when it looks less like a squat, and will feed you all curry. But not in March, because I suspect that little progress will have been made on the flat by then.
I hate my job. Really, really hate it. Had a crap afternoon yesterday when I got accused of not doing all sorts of stuff. Stuff I hadn't been asked to do, and stuff a colleague had insisted on taking on, because she had worked all weekend and done her part. I stood my ground (I can be quite intimidating, I am told) and at the end, the complaint was reduced to "not managing to get some information on one page, as I was asked." I had to "learn from this" and "make sure I didn't do it again." I suppose I had better schlep my sorry ass into the office and see what delights today has in store for me.