I still appear to be married. Which is nice. Particularly since today is my birthday.
I don't, as a rule, subscribe much to the Birthday Madness school of celebration - as a kid it was just nice if someone remembered at all. And as I have scored various cards of both the paper and digital variety and also a passata maker, I am pretty happy about the whole thing.
The lovely, lovely people from Ascott arrived yesterday afternoon with my broody pen already made up (Ha! Steg! See! Unnecessary Flatpack Fear!) and helped me get it up the steps so that I can pop the hen and chicks in it. Admittedly they are only about eight miles away from us here; but that's fantastic service and I recommend them.
I'm feeling a bit sluggish today so I'm taking it easy - but do have to galvanise myself in to action a bit later, or tomorrow, as we've got people coming for a viewing on Saturday morning.
In other news, I have cracked and ordered a Tesco's shopping delivery. It's stocking up. Honestly. I didn't do it for the ice-cream. No. Really.
For today, that is all.