Well it looks like my mother's coming over for Christmas which is great, but she seems to think it will be a good idea to stay at my house. This now means that I will have to spend every evening 'til Friday trying to sort the house into something more habitable.
I haven't lived here long and since moving in have just left it as it is - she's not going to like it. I just know that she will end up trying to sort out my life for me. She'll no doubt try to find me a nice woman and fatten me up! (Spanish mothers are never entirely happy unless their offspring are married and fat!)
Oh God, I'm off to B&Q after work today!
