Don't you hate it when somebody promises to do something on a given day, and then doesn't do it? Much like my prediction of a new EDitorial on 28-Aug, in fact. Didn't happen. Guilty as charged. And don't you know that now will follow one or maybe many excuses? Here they come.

When the Broom clan departed for their two weeks in the sun, the new wing of Broom Acres was "in progress". In a state of flux, you might say. And hopes were high-ish that on their return, certain basic facilities would still be present. Like a sink. And electricity. Little things reasonably low down on the hierarchy of needs.

Not so. Here's the patio where most of the old kitchen now lives:

So, we've been sponging an existence at the Hotel d'Inlaw since getting back with our south coast tans, all five of us. If things go to plan (hah!), we'll return to urban Ipswich sometime next week. And who knows, we may even have a kitchen to cook in. Next EDitorial towards the end of next week?

Be seeing you!

Ed