Not Bob the builder

Well had the builder round this morning after a six month gap. Just got to wait for a price.

To build or not to build that is the question as that well known Stratfordian might have said.

The "project" stared off last year as replacing the rotten glass sliding door at the front of the house with a new door and a bit of extra work. We are now looking at new porch with integral blinds and velux; new wooden floors thoughout down stair; removing a door, removal of artex ceiling; new stair banister; new inner and outer doors; replace conservatory plus a few bits. So it has grown somewhat.

Hoping the price comes back sensible as raring to go now.

Big question of the evening do we watch the " this not a highlights programme honest of highlights from last week's "I'm a celebrity get me out of here" tonight. And more importantly do we have a "drink" while watching it.

Do I write the 6 Christmas cards I still send while doing it. No, that can wait.

But we may put up both Christmas trees. Not quite got the hang of this blogging lark yet. Started this morning and keep on breaking off, so when I get back to it some of what I'm going to do I've done!

Cooked tea (fajitas, going to put some carrot in mine, is that bad?), and Christmas trees out of the loft. Both the 2018 one that was supposed to like a real tree and the old one that didn't but looks better than the new one.

Little one has been on at us all week so will have to go up either tonight or tomorrow. 

Nobody wants to eat now! And I'm starving. Sod it, I'm having mine.

Later

And dam good they were too (fajitas not Christmas trees), even though I say so myself.

Call me Kofi Annan, just defused World War 3. Oldest said can not put Christmas tree up before December 1, youngest gutted as been promised all week she could. Compromise, play mechano with Daddy, then stay up late and watch IACGMOOH. Worked (just).

 Celeb was good, off to bed.