Not only do I have the boys at home all week, a house that is a complete mess (more of that in a minute) and a ANOTHER bloody cold I also have to be virtuous all week something I haven't been since, well never.
Chastity is the embracing of moral wholesomeness and achieving purity of body and thought and is the first word for this week.
So here you have it me in my passion killer pj's, stinking of vic's and surrounded by ironing no impure thoughts going on here at the moment I can tell you! That is unless you count me thinking about strangling Pete as an impure thought.
Over the weekend Pete decided that having a front door and Living Room disaster wasn't enough for me to deal with so proceeded to completely demolish under the stairs so that nothing remained but an empty space. Pete being male didn't think to shut the doors to all the rooms before he started yanking at the wood and plaster so now my whole house is under a cm of plaster dust.
The door is now fitted and looking a lot better Richard still has to seal it and then plaster the new wall he had to build to replace the ones that fell down!