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I am officially a broken man. My fingers are broken, my arms are limp and the back is killing me. Have I been through hell and back the last week or so - maybe. Have I suffered so that others might benefit - possibly.

Have I been doing DIY ?????? You bet your sweet gluteous maximus I have.

Over the past few days I have built chairs, bookshelves, the units for a walk-in wardrobe, the shelves for the units for he walk-in wardrobe and much more besides. It's been quite good fun really but I now (substantially) ache just about everywhere.

I have noticed a couple of things though:
1. No matter how hard you try to keep the house clean and tidy while you move in there's some sadist cardboard dropping troll somewhere who always manages to fill the stairs with waste materials every ten minutes (no matter how hard you keep an eye on it cardboard, like tribbles, multiples exponentially).
2. The degree of cunning with which Tom the cat plans his toilet breaks on my new bedroom carpet far outweighs his lowly status as smelliest cat in the Russell household.

Still, on the up side the place is looking quite swish now and with help from friends, relatives and the bribing of various tradesmen to lift things up the stairs we are going to have one seriously swanky home in the next two weeks.

The only other thing to do is to find the time to sit back and enjoy my new broadband connection...