You've been framed

A welcome break was well overdue after a week deprived of sleep. May and myself just took our time settling in to Westbank, lovely. All boxes were unpacked, all contents dispersed or thrown out after being vetted by May... "Erm... What's this and do we really need it?" I must admit, it's looking amazing, with the lamb slow-roasting in the oven we were able to spend the Sunday framing, hanging and dotting our interesting ornaments and oddments around the place before Ian came to visit. If you don't count the movers and lifters, he was our first visitor and the person designated to break in the sofabed we bought last week. I didn't get chance to get a full blown report, but worryingly he told us he'd felt a bit tom and dick in the middle of the night. I hope he's not allergic to Ikea furniture... Maybe it was the Chicken Cottage Dixieburger he'd had before he arrived!