I have low and unispired ever since the builders moved in to my kitchen on Tuesday. 

Except for the plumber, RIP, they are nice enough - but invaders.  I haven't been able to cook or make coffee.  They arrive at eight and I've been sleeping very badly.  The rest of the place looks like a tip - the whole operation has demotivated me.  Even my blogging appears to have suffered.  And I have been sinking back to old mental patterns.

All the work should have been finished today, with the tiling.  But there's a snag, and I can't really blame the builders for it.

I thought (extravegantly; now I'm beginning to worry about money) that I'd use the chance of the kitchen rejog to replace the elderly fitted gas hob, plus electric oven (already departed).  I did my Which?work and found quite a cheap all-electric cooker... but it now turns out it will need a new, three phase, supply from the fuse box, plus specialist eletrician to fit it - cost, as much as the cooker itself.

... and I probably won't get it done till Monday, Tuesday...

Meanwhile, I'm keeping my madness to myself.  And to you, daer blog-diary