Bill and Ben, the Mattress men, delivered the correct bed this week, no mention or apology about them delivering the wrong one last week. We managed to use up ALL the string in Jeff and Tami's strimmer/weed whacker, oops! Got them a new reel, and the garden is below waist height again now.
Mr. Bristow flies in on Monday, yay! And the dryer part is finally here.
I'm not well. The combination of Nyquil and Bailey's last night managed to knock me out for the whole night and most of the morning. It's a little worrying to see an alcohol percentage on a medicine, along with dire warnings about alcohol and MAOIs, but it works.
Now all we need to do is destroy that kitchen cupboard...