Lament of the lost

I have become a ghoul, a wraith condemned to wander the soothingly lit halls of Habitat and tastefully decorated confines of John Lewis from now until the end of eternity (or until my flat is ready, whichever comes first. My money is on eternity.)

On the plus side, I actually managed to get a plumber to turn up this morning. A charming chap who pleasantly conveyed the fact that there was absolutely no way he'd be able to fit the new toilet I'd bought in space available in such a manner that I almost didn't mind the bad news.

The electrician, on the other hand, remains missing in inaction.

Never. Moving. Again.