Apologies for radio silence yesterday. The move consumed every waking (and sleeping) moment (and the phone lines aren’t working yet – BT strikes again).

But we’re installed in the all-new Fashion Detective Towers at long last, the sun is forecast to come out and I have learned that the only thing that will remove the scum left by two year’s worth of “male grooming” is a whole bottle of Domestos Total Blast, three balls of wire wool and several cans of Red Bull.
I’ll try and take some piccies later to set the scene (of the new house, not of the toilet bowl).

Written by Johanna Payton