Feast of Fools

Because he (and my brother and her) built the bed which allows me to look out the window through the blinds (which he also installed) at this view of London from Crystal Palace to Tower Bridge.

And he put up the ditzy hall light which leads to the lounge where lives my gorgeous sewing machine table which I got from Ivan (thanks! :-D) and which Dad took apart, refinished, painted, rebuilt and glass-topped all by himself (OK, I helped slightly with the glass bonding).

And he built the wardrobe as well as my shiny shiny new black glass shelves with more space for books than I have ever had ever ^_________^

Oh, and did I mention that he built my equally shiny kitchen from scratch, including plastering the wall and installing all the appliances, plus of course my beloved square sink and shiny utensil rails. (That thing on the right is my mother's inflatable Dalek, Salvador, currently keeping me company).

And just for completeness, here's my river view outside the lounge windows, you could see Canary Wharf directly opposite from any other angle than this...

Nuff said, frankly. *glee of excessive kinds* ^____^