God, it's like 25 hours till the boys arrive, and we haven't started our mammouth weekend tidy-up. In a mo we're going out to Asda to buy cat litter (so the flat doesn't smell of cat wee) and alcohol. Then we have to get a taxi to take all the excess stuff over to the storage unit (which we've been meaning to do for weeks) so the studio isn't full of boxes. And then tonight I'm face-packing, tweezing, trimming and self-tanning, while watching Cable Guy.

Eep!

In other news, C's meet with K, the girl from Brighton, seemd to go pretty well. Yay :-)