So. Yesterday we spent up to our elbows in muck and bullets, sorting out the new office space. It is a really, really nice room; despite being partially underground.
And being next to the toilet is a *definite* advantage.
It's been redecorated throughout - the entire building has been undergoing a refurb, which is why it's taken so long to get sorted. We still don't have connected data or phone points, but that should be sorted as soon as the plugging-in guy comes back and literally, er, plugs us in.
So all in all, a productive day.
B is doing the rigging for some kind of evening event in Manchester today, with New-Guy Keith. He'll be back tomorrow morning about breakfast time. He's taken a sleeping bag and I'm hoping he'll be able to get some sleep in the Green Room at the venue while the show is on.
The Green Room at this particular place is behind the stage (no surprises there), with a very hard parquet floor; no furniture apart from one sofa put in there because it is far to uncomfortable for the hotel guests to use (I know because I have tried to sleep on it in the past); is freezing and has a not-quite shuttable door that leads in to a disused, very elderly and dirty gents toilet with a cracked window pane, a persistent non-locatable drip and no lightbulb. I think it might be one of the lesser entrances to hell.
My parents are arriving today for the weekend. This is a major, major thing for them; it's a really long way for them to drive - four-ish hours each way - and Dad is not going to be able to manage the stairs. My task once I've posted this is to sort out the study so that I can our two single beds down there for them.
They are bringing their own commode.
In other news:
- I have invested £10 in a webcam. B is off to Australia for three weeks in October and we though we'd try keeping in touch online.
- I found a real, live toad in the greenhouse on Wednesday. I have read that this can be interpreted as a sign that ones three-legged toad is working.
- Did I mention my parents are visiting for the weekend? Ah. Yes. I didn't mention that I am so stressed about it that I want to but a bag on my head and move in to the chicken shed for the duration.