Am contemplating an afternoon in the loft, sorting out old clothes.... maybe I'll have a cup of coffee and a think about it first. Don't want to rush things. 
I was up earlyish today, after a ring on the doorbell - behold, it was the lovely courier chap and his mate, coming to mend the garden wall demolished by his van back in October - hoorah! The wall is still a heap of s*t but at least it's now a heap of s*t back in one piece. To have it looking really beautiful would cost a whole heap of money, as it retains our front garden.
DS is playing the first match of the season, but I haven't heard yet how they got on. Tough opposition, and a rough bunch - there was a dad's punch-up the last time they met. 
Slippers... I don't think mine would be of interest - they are Sheepland sheepskin slipper boots; cosy as can be, but not really structured enough for crepeys unsteady on their feet.
