Well we seem to have survived the BIG party... but boy are we all exhausted. And to top it all we have another six visitors arriving today, (J's brother and family). I think I shall have to deploy some match sticks to hold my eye lids open.
We have also discovered that rats had been nestling in the loft in The Outback. These are being dealt with but had only been noticed when the man to service the Rayburn popped his head up into the attic... "How many are there?" Her Next Door shrieked (in pure panic mode), but Boiler Man wouldn't commit himself, just grunted. This vagueness of course toyed with her dark imaginings; we must have vast colonies up there she insists. Although only the droppings have been sighted so far.
I also listened to the news last night about Nick Clegg's "suggestion box" and apparently there is still an archaic law that states as a British citizen you are supposed to report sightings of grey squirrels, well we'd be on the phone every half hour. If there are any laws or regulations you'd like to do away with Nick invites you to comment, see http://yourfreedom.hmg.gov.uk/ for more on this - generally very interesting stuff. I'm going to put my two penneth in. Get involved or please don't moan about it.