Floorsanding and Families

Oh joy of joys! The floors sanding saga is finally over and they look stunning. We can now resume living like normal, not camped out in one room at a time. There was a fine layer of reddish dust everywhere and a massive cleanup campaign was scheduled on Friday afternoon.
I got home on Friday afternoon, fortified myself with 3 Woolies cup cakes, changed into a t shirt and shorts, tied a bandana around my head – I meant business and started to do the massive cleanup.
I had to damp dust everywhere, including the picture frames, rehang curtains, wipe every bit of furniture down, re position all the furniture and pack things away, plug in all the electric appliances etc etc…
This took me from about 13:45 to about 16:45. I decide to stop for a rest with a Savannah lite to refresh and fortify myself. HTB then duly arrived looking like a cat that had got the cream, because he had gone to collect kitty, who is the cat who gets the cream. He was positively beaming with delight as he had desperately missed her, and was so happy to have his beauty/princess/darling back home. (He used to call me these things but kitty has usurped me) After kitty had run around the house, we fed her and left her to settle down. HTB then knuckled down and cleaned up the bathrooms which were filthy. We finished the big clean up by 8 pm, all sweaty and tired. We showered and headed off to our favourite restaurant for some supper as neither of us was in the mood to cook.
We got home and hopped off to bed. Kitty joined us, but since she was unsettled, she pawed me and bugged me for attention the whole night. I eventually locked her out of the bedroom, but still got no sleep as she yowled plaintively outside the bedroom door. HTB slept through the entire drama. Typical male selective hearing. I had to let her back in and spent the rest of the night trying to catch forty winks with a needy fretful cat (just like a baby). I spent most of Saturday reclining on the couch with kitty nursing a thumping headache from heat/sleep deprivation. We decided to braai that night, and I invited cuzz C to join us for our impromptu braai. As soon as we decided to braai, it started to rain, so HTB was banished with braai paraphernalia to the verandah, while Col and I reclined in comfort on the sofas drinking wine.
Apparently, according to springbok boy scout HTB, the braaing process was hampered by the fact that the wood was wet as well as him and the braai were being rained on. He was told to persevere nevertheless while we girls knocked up a salad. Somehow, is spite of the adverse braaing conditions, HTB managed to successfully scorch the boerie and lamb chops to and edible state, and get the foiled tatties and onions done to a turn.
We had a rather satisfactory meal with more wine. Thereafter, HTB retired to have a shower as he had been totally smoked out and asphyxiated during the braaing saga. The evening was finished off with chocolate for dessert.
After Col left, we 3 (me, HTB and kitty) headed off for bed. Kitty and I were both really tired and we passed out on the bed. According to HTB, kitty was the only one who moved around from lying by my feet, to onto his chest then between the 2 of us. I woke up on Sunday morning (Valentine’s Day nogal) to find HTB sleeping with his arms alongside his head, and kitty happily curled up and snuggled into his armpit. One happy little family!!