Welcome to my perfumed garden

Meep! I was so tied up yesterday (and so not in a good way) I forgot to say...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY spikedluv and lit gal!!!


I hope your DAYS brought you as much JOY as your FABULOUS
stories have always brought me. Sending LOVE XXX

Serious progress!

I actually managed to peel myself off the sofa before eleven today and, flinging open all doors and windows despite the never-ending rain and donning a mask, managed to get through the painting in the spare room without dropping off my perch - though I later managed to fall off a chair dismantling the book case so I could paint behind it. I have the bruises to prove it - rather a lot of them. (o:

Mark finished tarting the bedroom shelves, door, coving and skirting with trusty Dulux one-coat white silk, later I washed the walls down with sugar soap and it's all looking quite transformed. Tomorrow we shop for a new door to replace the rather hideous and incongruous thing on the spare room and yet more paint, and re-paint the bedroom walls.

I'm coming around to the grim acceptance that the back door is a gonner. I love that back door - a proper stable door in two halves so you can fling the top half open in the summer, let the air in and watch the garden. It's bright blue, characterful and quirky - but it's rotten through and through; the frame is soft as balsa wood and I can see daylight round the bottom. It's clearly past saving. A new and doubtless drearily mundane new one must be bought, but I shall miss it so. ::sigh::