Well, finished cleaning and sanding one floor of the Augean Stable (Ok, no dung... Ah more like Sisyphean but with hard scrubbing and sanding, not rocks) and have 4 planks - of 38 to go on the second, and 18 on the third. We're at the point where things cannot really go anywhere into the carport-garage and one room we'd done, and now we need to finish the floors to move. We've varnished one floor (didn't need sanding), and now need to finish the three interlocking front rooms that desperately needed floor work.
Dead tired I was fast asleep when some dear kind sweet souls drove up to our gate along the golf course (aka the 100 metre driveway, with sufficient holes) hooting and yelling like bull-calves in distress. Dave - dressed as usual in bed (ie. not) leaps up to see if there is a fire or disaster. His wife puts the light on. Terrified by the apparition (or perhaps it was my nether end as I reached for a pair of trousers) the dear folk drove off, hooting on their merry way, having got the dogs, Barbs and me out onto the front lawn to wish them a merry Christmas.
Today we're going fishing. Need some more Flathead.