Lino day

There is great activity in the house as on fRiday proffesional men are coming to lay lino for us. Actually, that sounds a bit wierd, almost as if men in suits with bowler hats on and carrying suitcases are ariving to grapple with the 20 foot long piece of lino.

I meant that for once we are doing something properly, and have hired men who lay lino for a living to come round and do it for us.

It would appear that Varne and I have been denied a 'lino' day.

But anyway, as i type Fing is sitting on top of the Christmas decoration chest and is discussing where to put everything from the sitting room with Trotter.

Trotter has no spacial awareness and doesn't really understand what the problem is.

'You don't understand Trotter', Fing says in a patient voice, 'we must find space in the rest of the house for everything in the sitting room'

'Wont it all fit in the bathroom?' asks Trotter witha look of confusion written all over his face in indelible marker pen.

'Well, considering it took 6 people to get one sofa into the sitting room, via the window, after cutting down the fence with a chain saw, i'm not convinced the afternoon will run smoothly' Fing replies.

Trotter wonders what a chain saw is and Fing quietly despairs.

Giggsey Girl the stupid slug face sits with her back to the room, staring out the window, oblivious of the pending confusion and chaos