Okay, so let's not talk about the football. Gaaaagghhh. Oooh, actually, just seen on the BBC News website that Maclaren is about to be sacked any minute. There's a bit of cold comfort anyway.
So. Other stuff. Oh yes, exciting developments in the home. When we first looked around this house, we went down to the basement and found what I can only describe as a cave. I think it must have been the old coal cellar, back in the 1850s when the house was built. It was very damp anyway, extremely smelly - and at the time it was filled with bin-bags of dirty studenty washing. This was a hot day too, when we looked round, so we literally backed straight out of the cave again, holding our noses.
We got the survey done and of course, it came back saying that the cave was very damp and needed the walls tanking and blah blah, for the price of a few grand. Husband-to-be of course scoffed at such claims. A few grand? Sod that, I'll do it myself, he said.
And he has. He scraped out all the damp brickwork and... oh, look, I'm not going to go into the full Handy Andy stuff here. But anyway. It doesn't smell any more. It's not damp. It's all been freshly painted (apple white - tres soothing). It's got double doors that open out onto the garden, so is lovely and light. And today a man from the carpet shop up the road is coming to put down a new carpet.
And then... I'm moving in. It's going to be my new office! I am soooo excited. A proper office, just for me. A room of my own, with just my stuff in it. Obviously, I have got a bit carried away and have bought some new pictures for the walls and a lovely old clock and oh, just nice pretty stuff that I need to inspire my writing (!!) I am going to treat myself to an armchair and everything. Well, I need to sit somewhere comfortable to read, don't I? Reading books counts as work when you're an author, doesn't it?!
I'll report back tomorrow, once I've moved in. I might even...gasp....try to post a photo. But don't hold your breath...