caked

Sadly the "caked" of my title isn't that I'm crammed full of chocolate log (that went a long time ago). It is that my hair, nose, every pore of my body, seems caked with grime from the stripping of the tiles. There are dead spiders and all sorts accompanying the task, and last night my girly had homework so it was just me. I was however accompanied by a CD given to me this Christmas - Blake set to music by Victor Vertunni - and I find music makes lighter work of anything. Tho I eventually had to give up and will continue after work tonight - I'm so tired. Not helped by this now being three days in a row when I've been inexplicably woken around 5 am.