A bit more -

Okay, so it is looking suspiciously like a craftroom at the moment. I am having some sort of trouble exporting photos at the moment. Tip your head.














See, a little neater, a little more furniture.














This is where the picture of Jem's room would go. If he weren't currently in it. Asleep. You know that it occurred to me that he is jetlagged, and prolly sleeping quite soundly... but where *you* would find the end result of that train of thought quite amusing, I have a suspicion that he would be creative in his revenge and so I immediately turned to thinking of innocuous things like kittens and tea. Not a bit tempted.

Less mess?














See sunny patch onna floor, ideal for basking. (Some yarn crept back in).















Still talking to you.














Bathroom taps still falling off. Toiletries still in the bath (and iron, and dish rack).

Eventually

This was going to be the craft room, but it told me, the other day when I was home sick, that it wants to be a study.


















There is now much less stuff in it (but where has the stuff gone you ask).

My room, I swear this is a little neater now, and has more furniture.














Jem's (I swear it's a little messier now) (the photo flatly refused to rotate, so you'll have to tip your head:)














Kitchen - much the same state, really, just different quantities of mess.














This space got much neater, but is now covered in piles of yarn (I have been having a splendid time, playing in the stash)














This is where I was talking to you (member I said I took a picture?)














Bathroom, taps keep falling off in the shower. And, yes, those are all my toiletries in the bath (they were in a yarn bag and I needed it back in a hurry. Now I don't know where to put them all)














I didn't take a picture of the toilet, you can see that when you get here.

The only day I have spent at home was the day that I was sick, so the mess hasn't moved far. I am looking forward to a full measure of good health and spare time. And now I am going to troop guiltily to bed (this late hour is exactly why I shouldn't be allowed the internet (or gin)).

Be well.