Hello Snygg-Kycklings (does Shaney have any idea what she's saying, I wonder, she's like a child with a new word, trying it onto everything to see where it fits:)
Well if there's cloudberry jam on the table, you can't keep me away for long, Woofy, it's delish unless it's too sweetened. Didn't know IKEA sold it.
Sorry biddies but I just can't keep the pace. The builders seem to be here every hour of the day (different teams I believe) and I don't want to be anywhere near when they're at it. When I do get home and after I've showered, washed and cleaned - I only wish I had the energy left for cooking - there just aren't enough hours for me to sleep, even. At least they haven't put the plastic back up again and don't seem to be planning to, so that's a kind of victory on my behalf. And because of my hellraising they won't be using the boiler with the toxic fumes that they were going to use. Also they will be postponing the painting of the facade till the summer and they'll use a [scisssor lift? cherry picker?], which means scaffolds down sooner than planned, so that's a victory too. (cont.)