I am marooned, locked in, with provisions and instructions to stay put. Not exactly a chore is it?
So after reading lots of blogs I have tinkered with mine. Only I am not sure what I have done and think I preferred it before. It is not easy on the eye and the colours and shapes and sizes are not right...will tinker some more...wish me luck.
Remember my favourite chair in the spare room?
stretched out in the sun, but as soon as the noise started he scarpered.
Ah yes the noise. Coming in from work yesterday I found that the mister is using a sander on our floors....upstairs and down. He started yesterday and I am a bit startled because at the moment there is a faint whiff of burning.
All windows are open and all doors are closed.
Did I mention the dust? no? that fine fine dust that is in every little place where you would think it would be impossible for anything to be.....there will need to be some pretty darn good dusting and cleaning going on in these here parts over the next few weeks I imagine............and guess who might have to do it?
There has also been the installation of a toilet seat that 'closes slowly and quietly'. Only when I just sat on it my left upper thigh was painfully gripped by a split in the wood that made me yelp......only the mister couldn't hear me because of the sanding.
He has now promised to take it off and return our good old fashioned normal lavatory seat.
The floors are looking good though.