Well. Tomorrow is operation pick up the sulcata day. Today I was up at 6, as per. I spent until half one sorting out last minute bits. Used almost half a tank of petrol since yesterday.... Due to start work at two. 1:45, I stand back and look. And at risk of sounding like my husband and his marine fish, I say in my head, "it's not big enough. I don't like it." I've brooded on it and planned for 7 hours, my workmates must be sick of my ramblings. Well I'm home now, I finished at 9, I pick Edith (possibly named) up tomorrow at some point. It's now 10pm, I'm having a full on wetty in my kitchen, where I'm initially setting up. House proud has left the building, much to my dismay. soon to be followed by my husband I feel I WILL finish this tonight though. And the bottle of gallo on the side is encouraging me all the more!