Tense times

...in the Fortress. The bathroom is up on blocks for a few more days, and the lounge is stripped bare preparing it for application of wallpaper next week, since the Hobbit got all pro-active with the old stuff. This means of course that ablutions are basic to say the least, and the entire contents of the lounge are outhoused to the kitchen which is now unusable, and I am living in a warehouse. Add this to the fact that I am coming to the end of this month long re-train at work, where we're learning to do yet another task to add to our armoury of things we have to multi-task badly (specialists, who needs 'em. We'll just breed a generation of generalists who are shite at everything) and things are a little tight. I'm tired. The G Boy is horrified to note that his two favorate dens (curtains and coffee table) have been removed. Fortunately, timely application of Kitty Cocaine (that stuff that comes in a Tuna can) have smoothed his temper and means that I have all of my blood still in me this morning, and my cat hasn't run off to join the circus.