Hot, wet, kitchen sink

Lily has snuck into the Wet Hot Bitches synchronised swimming show. Her photo was supposed to be at the bottom, but she says, pushing in, that she's more entitled than any of those gorgeous red-lipsticked sirens. Anyone who knows of her behaviour with a certain stuffed bunny will attest to this.

The WHBs - especially Miss Irena - were spectacular at the Parnell Baths. People I know were taught to swim here by Paul Krause, or Mr Krause to us.

I am nearing the end of the 'due diligence' process. The last big thing is ensuring the replacement of the kitchen bench - yes - and the bloody kitchen sink; it's the insurance job that refuses to lie down and do as it's told.

Still, I am nearly there and it's better than going on the road with the kitchen sink weighing heavily... (the underlining is not my idea; this is a kind of weird layout programme with stuff jumping all over the place.)