In our bedroom. The Last Bastion of Grottiness.
Curtise! It's Lord Woody and I, getting ready for tennis.
Vix, those arse-scratchers get everywhere. Invasion of the Arse Scratchers.
I have a full week off work and no commitments other than to myself. Can't remember the last time that happened. What an incredible luxury. Aaaah...
So I had breakfast in bed. Start as you mean to carry on.
I've been doing a bit of titivating. I'm a sucker for these little sets of shelves. Got them at the YMCA. There was no price on them, so she said £4. I did an amateur dramatics shocked face and sucked my teeth. I said I was thinking £1.50. She said no way, £3. I said £2.50. Wheeling and dealing. Ducking and diving. Tight as.
Despite the fuzzy photo, I am linking to Wendy's Thrifting Tuesday.
In other news, there's a slightly evil undertone in the kitchen. I have my suspicions about the dishwasher.