Basically Becky

This week has, so far, been one of much productivity.  You can see at least 2/3 of the conservatory floor and there is evidence to suggest that we'll have found the rest by the end of the weekend.  It hasn't been quite as financially beneficial as when we tidied the lounge and found £8.30 in small change, but this has been outweighed by the discovery that OH owns a Lego chess set :)

We went to our first pastels class this morning and although I was getting utterly frustrated at one point, I'm relatively happy with my finished product (although infinitely aware that it is not a work of heartbreaking genius, by anybody's standards):

BREAKING NEWS:  All the tidying has unearthed a diary from 1960 that was owned by a woman called Marjorie Eatwell.  Her address is local, but her emergency contact address is - I shit you not - where we live now.  I think it's a horcrux.

In other news, we have had to buy Alfie the biggest litter tray in the world because he keeps peeing horizontally (and thus, outside the litter tray).  I have never seen anything quite so large in my life; if we ever struggle to meet the mortgage I think we could probably live in it quite comfortably.