Planet Mad

I'm beginning to regret volunteering to make new mug trees for Guide camp. Admittedly it's mindless work, allowing me to listen to Test Match Special, but it's made a huge blister on my right index finger. I have 50 hooks to screw into broom staves and I've done eight so far; I'm bored already. Perhaps I ought to tidy up instead: Rob moves in tomorrow. Yikes. At the moment, it looks like he's going to be sleeping on the sitting room floor surrounded by A10 catering tins of beans and rice pudding and piles of D of E paperwork. Good job he's a tolerant blokey.