I thought you might like to know that the tiling job is progressing well: one room is almost covered in tiles! They can't be walked on yet which poses an interesting question: will the tiler be our houseguest for the night?
Unless, of course, he can levitate which he may want to do to get home to his eight children. Eight!!! Are we becoming a nation of tradies? I mean, our last plumber had five children, and the gyprocker and the carpenter six each. Has it something to do with their tools of trade?
