Nothing much else happening on account of Bob is still a prisoner - 8 days to go.
Builders seem to have finished the bathroom in the new house and we are hoping for electricity very soon. Which just leaves housework to do until Sunday when one of my brothers and his family come to holiday allelujia
-and this reminds me of one excitement. For reasons impossible to explore, the hoover swallowed a small bottle of essential oil, Jasmine flavour. This became firmly wedged in the body of the machine, preventing dust going in and refusing itself to come out.
Hoovering rather a good idea at the moment - brother allergic to animal hair and we have been growing a carpet of that. After much farting around, gave it up as a bad job; then this evening I decided it was time to resort to witchcraft.
At which very point, there was a knock on the door and voila!! Beelzeebub himself, in the form of Margarets John, who took the brute away to Mikes workshop. Was back shortly, with battered Jasmine bottle, having shaken it out before Mike could begin surgery.
Thanks all! Goat sacrafice to follow asap.
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