This is our hall - the decorators are here to repair the ravages of the flood, but not much progress has been made yet.
We're having the (large) flat part of our roof redone too.
So there are two lots of workmen around: one lot scaring the cats outside by throwing roof down into the garden and one spooking them inside by throwing wallpaper on to the floor.
The cats are not happy.
Neither am I.
I have a streaming cold; I'm very tired; I'm not in the least ready for Christmas; everyone else in the blog world is (what's this passion for putting trees up on December 1? Have you no work to go to, floors to wash, cards to write, mothers to visit, meals to cook?)
Grump.
Still the catlets are cute, aren't they? A nice furry purring session does much to improve the spirits.
