My end is in sight

Mondays are rarely days for feeling positive, but today we were back to a fuller complement of builders, the toilet and sink arrived (not much of a bathroom refit without them) and an excessively corpulent carpet salesman came to do the final measuring-ups. OK, so we don't have decent floors, banisters or electricity, but there is at least light at the end of the tunnel, even if it's a fluorescent light running off an extension cable.
The toilet now works but the sink is just too big to have sticking out of the wall unsupported. Buy one of those holder-upper columns? (Pedestal) Oh no, sir (use Eric Idle voice here). You can't just buy the pedestal. You have to return this sink to the shop and buy the exact same one again, just with the pedestal as part of the set. And no, sir, it does not come with a plughole pipe. This, sir, is to enhance the buying experience and empower the lucky shopper who can now choose a plughole from a range of 2 plugholes, personalising the bathroom suite to his or her own style-coordinated satisfaction!
So we went to B+Q yet again and bought 4 kinds of paint and some more mouse death, to replace the mouse death that Jof "El Huvo" McMother hoovered up yesterday in a freak display of vacuum-frenzied exuberance (not in a dressing gown).

But I didn't mind. Because directly afterwards, my day started for real when I got computer access and played games. Then Ben arrived for our pre-Beaver Lego Hero session. They always start relatively sensibly with distinct plans (I'm going to make one with 17 arms and all of those arms are buzz-saws) but before long we switch to aerial bombardment as we determine the flight characteristics of our various constructions.

Scooted joyously to Beavers. Played some games outside. The fact that this is all I can remember throws doubt on the value of Beavers. Scooted home through swingpark, past ex-Puddler Poppy C and her Brownie friends (this is a female equivalent to Beaver Scouts, not some kind of Asian or oven-cooked cake) so if they can go to the park en masse during a structured learning activity, so can we.

Dedicated readers will note that last week our Beavers meet was in the fire station. During this, one fireman asked if we all had smoke detectors in our houses. I alone raised my hand and announced that we had none whatsoever, and volunteered us for a home visit by several firemen. Just you wait until the parents find out, it'll be just like Cairo all over again.

During supper Jof switched on the lights and the ground floor went out. We sat and ate* without TV, which is when one of my magical instant headaches made an appearance. Once the RCD had been reactivated and a film put on, it went again.

*Jof is on a fast day so we have to eat boiled string beans and carrots in sympathy. So I ate chocolate at her afterwards.