Messi? The Husband? Don’t call him Lionel… or it can get NASTY …
We have reached a tipping point where everything is getting put back together, the awful rubble stage is well and truly over, the plaster dust stage is coming to a climax, and yes, joy of joys - the house is now ripe with paint fumes - not gloss you understand - we’re not that far. And so the great tidying has begun. All those tools that won’t be needed anymore have been gathered, and, well, dumped on the kitchen table.
They’ll find their way home eventually - or they’ll get dumped in garage
ma table de cuisine
my kitchen table