Presumably from the paint fumes. I'm not normally given to headaches.
Not such great progress yesterday. We prevaricated till the middle of the morning then had to go out and search for a new spare-room door, hoping to get a cheapo, off the peg jobbie and cut it down to fit the frame. Nowhere near as easy as it sounded - well nigh impossible, actually. Instead we've decided to contact our trusty local garden-gate maker to bang up two cottage doors to match the downstairs and bathroom door (plain plank doors with a Z frame and gate-catches) and junk the cheap panelled door upstairs (the one we lovingly painted yesterday).
Which sets us back time-wise, but tb entirely h, we're not going to get anything downstairs done this trip anyway. We're going to need more time off to finish the place.
Mark's been painting the woodwork in the spare since 6.30am - hence the paint-fumes, hence the headache. He's going out at midday and won't feel inclined to start again when he gets back. I'm rather slower to get going but I'll be at it till six at least I expect and I needs my coffee first.
And last night I dreamed what seemed to me, at the time, the perfect plot. It was wonderful; twisty and exciting and mystic but it's faded away with the light of day. Ah... It was probably crap anyway (they always are)
Anyway, pressing on. We must finish the work today so we can clean and put everything back tomorrow then I'm off to fangirl with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alibongo on Friday. There's still a fair bit to do. I feel today could be something of a trial. Anything good on the radio...? (o:
Not such great progress yesterday. We prevaricated till the middle of the morning then had to go out and search for a new spare-room door, hoping to get a cheapo, off the peg jobbie and cut it down to fit the frame. Nowhere near as easy as it sounded - well nigh impossible, actually. Instead we've decided to contact our trusty local garden-gate maker to bang up two cottage doors to match the downstairs and bathroom door (plain plank doors with a Z frame and gate-catches) and junk the cheap panelled door upstairs (the one we lovingly painted yesterday).
Which sets us back time-wise, but tb entirely h, we're not going to get anything downstairs done this trip anyway. We're going to need more time off to finish the place.
Mark's been painting the woodwork in the spare since 6.30am - hence the paint-fumes, hence the headache. He's going out at midday and won't feel inclined to start again when he gets back. I'm rather slower to get going but I'll be at it till six at least I expect and I needs my coffee first.
And last night I dreamed what seemed to me, at the time, the perfect plot. It was wonderful; twisty and exciting and mystic but it's faded away with the light of day. Ah... It was probably crap anyway (they always are)
Anyway, pressing on. We must finish the work today so we can clean and put everything back tomorrow then I'm off to fangirl with
alibongo on Friday. There's still a fair bit to do. I feel today could be something of a trial. Anything good on the radio...? (o:
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