No - not the wallpaper (which is still sitting in the hall).
Bored with talking to estate agents.
My sister, who you may remember was unwell last year, has been staying with
Ma and Pa since then, but is now champing at the bit to live independently again.
She owns a lovely little terraced house in a nice part of town, but needs to
sell that and buy a flat, as she is not able to cope with the stairs of doom in her house.
Indeed the stairs are terrifyingly steep and even I grasp the handrail like someone
gripping on for dear life each time I go up or down them, and the tread is tiny.
I have the task of selling her house and finding her a flat to live in, so that
peace will be restored at my parents....after so many months together they
are beginning to drive each other even further around the bend than they already are, if
you get my drift.
I have arranged to spend Saturday with 4 different estate agents coming to
view the property and I must admit I am not looking forward to this at all.
Her house is just like her....old, odd and out of style.
I suspect I will have to spend Friday boxing up hideous ornaments and
trying to de-clutter.
Worst of all will be when I have to explain why there is a lavatory in the kitchen.