Well, I have but a few hours to get myself home and get the place spick and span before metalrabbit gets back from cork. The place isn't too bad but despite last night's best efforts (in between sessions of struggling to get jedi academy working) there is still a funny smell in the house that I cannot identify the origin of.
Also, a misguided effort at making honey roast pork is still welded to the dish and refusing to come off despite everything short of domestos being poured on it. The rabbits have started drinking water again and temporarially ceased throwing crap around the place though I suspect that the new drinking regime will mean additional pee on the floor, especially if anyone called the house during the day because eight months on, they still get a pee inducing shock when the phone rings or the doorbell is used.
Anyway, when she eventually reads this, as I know she will, I'd just like to say, "I'm kidding, the place was like an operating theatre all week"
Technically that is correct, there was blood, sweat and shit all over the place.
If I fail to post by monday evening, avenge my knees.