The pictures are a bit sterile because it was well gone one in the morning and we were in a rush to get out of there… But thanks to my colleague Paul-who has definitely earned a big shiny medal (and might also be insane, I’m not sure yet), the worst of the temporary floor finally became a reality in the thin hours of last night. It’s not finished, as there’s a limit to what two exhausted builders can achieve in one hit after a busy week at work; but to me it’s nothing short of miraculous, as it means the very next time I’m with Wendy I’ll be able to actually sleep on board for the first time in no less than six months. In inspiring spacious luxury (the latter being a relative term). Now that’s got to be something worth being completely knackered for, and I’ve just enough time for a coffee the strength of rocket fuel and a seriously hot bath before we jump in the car and go to see the outlaws (Becky’s parents) later today, it being B’s birthday next week. I reckon I’ll just wobble through the whole visit grinning dazedly.