This is my dining room, three weeks before Christmas.
Oh yes it is.
The rest of the house is worse. In the next two weeks the chimney is coming off and down in the loft too.
Today I have got a first coat of paint on the new work room upstairs and tomorrow a painter arrives to do the front bedroom. I have a white speckled face, to to be more accurate, a silk finish brilliant white speckled face, because I haven’t used a roller on a ceiling before and I kept looking up. I have painted rooms for fifty years but not with a metal arm, (I usually used a paintbrush) so a roller seems like a good option.
I am writing the second novel while the first coat dries.
So if you could please excuse me not posting very frequently, I’d be grateful.
Still got a skip on the drive, it will be filled with the chimney soon, so I will still photograph the arch and the head in it, when I can.
I spent Friday out of it a bit because I did that vomiting thing that has landed me in hospital so often. I phoned the doc to tell him and get it put on my notes, in case it needs surgery and then I starved myself for two days, which is what they have always done in hospital. It’s quite an effective pre-holiday season diet, but I wouldn’t recommend it.
I’m off for an early night. Builders, plumbers, painters and other similar trades all arrive at crack of dawn this time of year because they are dealing with rooms with no electricity and short days.
And it is costing a bomb.
But.
At the end I will have room to work, in the light and bedrooms for the grandchildren to stay when they get a bit older and all the misery of it will be worth it.
I hope.
Christmas smistmas, haven’t got time this year, but I am so glad I made 70 Christmas cards in August.
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