OK, so painting is fun and everything - you get instant results after all - but I am sooo over it now. I think I just have a quota where I enjoy it, and then once the quota has been filled, I want to stop STRAIGHT AWAY. I think one more go with the paintbrush, and that will be it. And I mean it. There were some bits of trim that were really pissing me off, because the paint was soaking in instead of sitting on the surface (we didn’t bother priming that bit since it was a last minute decision to paint it), but hopefully the next coat will be all it needs. I’ll have to start taking some ‘after’ photos so I can compare them with the ‘before’ ones.

Now we just have to hire a skip so we can dump all the crap we’ve been cleaning out. M pulled down two ancient greenhouses, so there’s a lot of junk lying around. I pulled out a couple of poles, which was hard work for my bony girl arms. You know when you’re trying with all your strength to move something, but it’s not moving an inch and your arms feel like jelly? I was like that with the second pole until I wiggled it around in the ground a bit. I was determined to get that sucker out! So now I’ve got jumbo quadriceps from crouching all day, and jumbo biceps from pulling out poles. Why waste money on a gym membership?

All this housey stuff leaves me feeling pretty gypped out of my weekends. We’ve decided to go to a really nice restaurant to celebrate once we’ve finished cleaning out the house. We’ve set the day for Saturday week, so just under a couple of weeks away. I’m looking forward to it - it’s been a while since we went to a fancy restaurant.

And writing the word ‘restaurant’ made me think of this: the word for a person who runs a restaurant is ‘restaurateur’, NOT ‘restauranteur’! Grrr. I saw it on tv recently and it annoys me every time. And just one more gripe - a reporter on the news the other day said ‘nothink’ instead of ‘nothing’ - pardon?? Who are they getting to read the news these days? *shakes head in wonder*