Reunited

I didn't think we'd ever meet again. I thought, well, it was just one of those things: we had a great relationship, and now it's over, and no matter how many people tell you it'll be the same again, you know it won't. I'm slightly tearful.

Yes! Thanks to several hours work, I have been re-united with my f*****g dining room after several months of it containing the contents of a dress shop.

Sorry about this. But my ancestors didn't go through generations of peasanthood for me to turn up my nose at being bourgeois now.

In other news, we have guests, so I have not seen DR WHO yet.