Sherlock hasn't finished tearing around the mill. I have no idea where he gets the energy from. He's up and down the stairs like a ferret up a trouser leg. Occasionally followed by the dogs. Like a ten-legged avalanche.
Waking up with John in a four-poster bed, on top of the world, was wonderful. Our room's split level, and the bath is on the lower level. John had a soak this morning while I made breakfast.
Last night we all piled into the hot tub. Why doesn't every house have one of those? It's so relaxing. Well, it has potential to be, if you don't have a seven year old at the controls ;) We got out to put Sherlock to bed, and then John and I got back in for a last bit of relaxation. Figure it's good for both of us, all that warmth.
So here's our current abode:
And here's my current abode:
Isn't it brilliant? I love having a centre island. I love it all. Especially the butcher's block on wheels. And the marble worktops. And...yeah, I love it all.
Not sure what we'll do tomorrow. There's a boat on the canal that's a cafe and does big slap up Full English brekfast, might go there. But Sunday we'll have birthday breakfast, and do whatever John wants (after the Easter Egg hunt.). I've still got to wrap one of his presents...