Puppy Surprise! [Or is it higher up on the hierarchy?]

Yesterday morning around 8am, a painter arrived to paint Marissa's kitchen and two bathrooms. The place is a disaster and we haven't been able to use the kitchen. I can't find the spoons. I couldn't shower yesterday and today we could kind of shower, but had to hold the shower head the whole time... at 7am before the guy showed up. Did I mention I got home only 3 hours earlier from the night before? Marissa had no idea this work was going to happen. Her flatmates do NOT communicate. It's VERY strange. I'm hungry.

I haven't had a chance to write about Manchester yet and I'm off to Belgium tomorrow. Good times.