I've folded Mount Washmore (the permanent clean washing pile on the spare armchair in the living room), done some kitchen tidying and cleaning, sorted Mr F's medication cupboard into date order, doing more washing and drying to build a new Mount Washmore, keep checking the kitchen hoping the roof repair holds and dealing with a constantly dripping nose because of this weird cold I have.
I love being inside the nice warm house listening to the absolute shite weather happening outside.
Mr F's brother is visiting tomorrow with his family. Oh joy.