This is what’s left of our old ceiling. We moved back into the flat this eve. There is still so much dust everywhere that it only takes a few moments to feel it on your skin. It’s that super fine plaster dust that gets in everything. We have so much cleaning to do.
Right now my hands stink of bleach and we are on our way km the pub.
I’m out.
Poor Mark & Ruth, it seems like your whole world has fallen in 🙂 xxxxx