'It's all about heat loss,' says husband.
I didn't undertake this excursion of desk, pc and boxes and boxes of files (how did it all fit into that small space above???) on a whim. No, this is part of a carefully costed and drafted plan to tart up the house for a sale later on in the year. I feel like a pimp as I cast a cold eye (excuse the pun) over what we should and shouldn't spend money on.
'People expect quality finishes nowadays,' says (younger than son) Estate Agent.
I feel tired, cold and miserable and it's only Day One of the three month Changing Rooms. Where's the spirit of Carol Smiley when one needs it. I felt more like Frozen Smiley when I greeted the builders this morning. That reminds me, must make them a cup of coffee...ten sugars was it?