The chimney sweep's been called and booked for the week after next. The finishing touches to the sitting room - lights, switches and such stuff - all done. The kitchen walls and woodwork washed and scrubbed. A coat of white gloss painted on the kitchen door. Yellow walls undercoated, pink walls washed. The floor washed down with the uber-powerful stone-washy stuff ready for a re-seal as soon as it's dry and last but very far from least, a fresh coat of paint dabbed on the decidedly yellow ceiling...
'From which I had to retire, hurt (well, sick anyway). I had the same odd reaction to looking up while painting - I don't know if it's the looking-up bit or the paint fumes, or maybe a combo of both but I came over all queer and had to leave Mark to finish up alone.
So, all showered now, I'm just going to throw some quorn sausages on the grill and toss some salad, crack open the wine and relax a bit.
In other news...
( Lucy Luck has rejected my novel )
Tomorrow, we shop for lights and tiles, buy some paint and slap said paint on some walls. But now it's time for sausages and wine.
So, anything good on t'telly tonight?