Mum and Saff had been down there every day, cleaning and sorting out, so by Saturday morning the kitchen area was spotless (the tiles had turned out to be a completely different colour once they were cleaned – a nicer one, luckily), the windows were sparkling and all the safety signs, first-aid stuff and fire extinguishers were stacked up ready to be put in their places. We’d already put most of the rubbish, like the yucky old blinds, paper files and gross bin (and sexist calendar), into the skip Liam had ordered. Mum and Saff had made a start on preparing the walls for decorating, and sanded back the skirting boards, and we were planning to get the place completely painted over the weekend. The velvet sofas Mum had ordered had arrived, and were safely under their plastic wrapping and two huge dust sheets. I’d seen a chiller counter advertised in the local paper and phoned up about that too. I’d had the idea of putting the fresh face masks and smoothie ingredients in it, displayed really nicely, maybe on ice or with flowers round, to make a cool feature in the reception area.
