doris is back home tomorrow.
the palace is tidier than it has ever been thanks to my good friend, the charlady as i call her affectionately -
scunthorpe hilton.
she's been doing great things with a feather duster and a magimop.  you wouldn't believe it, i promise.

anyway, doris will hate it.
her bedroom floor was finally cleared of debris (empty chocolate boxes, goth corset catalogues, pie crusts, weird looking gargoyles which turned out to be used face masks, and the rest) this morning after a few days of help from rentokil and six skips.

but i don't care.
i'll just tell her that his majesty's health and safety inspectorate (that is, me) made a motion on the floor of the house which was duly passed.

i'm now going to tidy myself up a bit.
first job is to buff my cuticles - though i might ask scunthorpe if she'd do that for me in the throne room.

ah well, it was good while it lasted...