We’ve got builders in. We decided that both our ancient bathrooms needed to be replaced, so we spent a few months trailing around bathroom showrooms oohing and aahing over various suites then working out how much it would be to have our bathrooms done like that. It seems I have expensive tastes. Anyway, we finally agreed on a nice mid-range set, unfussy and easy to clean. The bathroom fitters are brothers and seem to be having a high old time ripping out our old suite and removing tiles. Thank goodness we have two bathrooms and still have a usable toilet. They’ve said they won’t remove the second toilet until the first is working. It would be a nightmare to have to use a portaloo in the garden, especially when the grandchildren are here. We’ve had to park on the road to make room for the skip and two vans. It’s not easy keeping the grandchildren away from them. I can’t take the kids out, nor can I risk the baby going near the equipment. I can’t even let them run in the garden because the side gate has to be left open for the fitters to move stuff back and forth and the little ones would escape onto the road. We’re living our lives flitting from the living room to the kitchen and back to the living room, with supervised excursions to the working toilet. The telly is on all day to entertain them. I keep telling myself it will all be worth it in the end but I doubt I’ll be able to look at Peppa Pig again.