Pass me the philips head screwdriver...

I have spent the weekend kneeling on the floor putting together B&Q kitchen cabinets. I have a red mark on the palm of my right hand for all my efforts of putting screws in. Also, Nick made some headway with the kitchen electrics, drilling big chanelling holes and sorting which plug sockets go where. I like to be on hand when he does this sort of thing just in case he electrocutes himself, being that he's not trained or anything and just seems to have an innate sense of how to wire a house.

We also had fun mixing cement and spreading it into a big hole on the wall where the plaster had fallen off. That stuff is so messy! Its like making drippy sandcastles. We were getting it everywhere and didn't have gloves on, I don't think that stuff is supposed to be all that good for you but my hands don't seem to have suffered for it.

I have actually had a busy day at work as well, chauffering a University lecturer around houses and having really interesting conversations about how he used to be the engineer on Concorde and is it possible to get sucked out of an aeroplane toilet... (the answer is no because they put vents in the side so you don't get the full suction power, but in the old days, yes).

I have to go to the vets on the way home and get Madame Molly's record card filled in before she goes into the kitty hotel next week.

I went into town at lunchtime and felt very christmassy buying wrapping paper and cards. I put up some decs last night. I intend to write the rest of my cards tonight, we'll see.