Feeble ping on a lemming spring

Fret fret fret; this week is steadily gathering chaos to proportions of, erm, something very large indeed. The bloke doing my lounge hadn't turned up by the time I left for work today and it's all meant to be finished for tommorrow; which I've taken off to get the house sorted for the party in the evening 'cos it's a total pigsty at the moment.
Worry worry worry.
And stuff and things and wossnames, I can't kickstart my random wibbleness either, it's hiding, under a rock or something. And it won't come out.

Peaches in a palmageddon

( One more brick in the wall )

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From a challenge from razornet

( What would Bobby Gontarski do? )

Phew!

The decorator is there, the front room is looking good (if messy) should all be finished for this evening.
If people want to pop over and help tidy up tommorrow you're very welcome; if you get over for about 12-1ish I'll cook some food first :) I'll probably be running into Cambridge to grab things just before noon anyway.

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