There's a bed in the bathroom

What am I going to do?...

In fact there's stuff everywhere. The builders are just working on the kitchen / dining room for the moment, to minimise the disruption. Some of the old kitchen is still in our bedroom. In order to feed wires through to the kitchen, they have taken up the floorboards in the spare room and dressing room. So the original contents of those three rooms (plus the rest of the old kitchen and the dining room) are strewn around the rest of the house in a random fashion. Getting dressed involves going to Oakley's bedroom for underwear, down to the lounge for a top and into the attic for anything that's on a coat hanger. I'm glad we went down the minimal disruption route. Otherwise I guess we'd be racing round the garden in the morning, looking for our pants.

We are sleeping on a matress on the floor of Oakley's room. He's delighted. And, as Quentin remarked last night, anything is better than a hospital bed. Talking of which, we heard this morning that Quent's next scan is confirmed as Monday 2nd November.

I never thought I'd say this, but a rat in the kitchen seems like quite a reasonable option now.