I’ve got a week off work with nothing much to do. I am contemplating painting my hallway but a look at the fiendish instructions for the paint pod made me feel worn out. Instead here’s what I saw on my street today. I love my street – it’s in the bottom of what I think […]
…My garden that is. Yes, operation shed / garden makeover is underway and I’d say it’s less jungle more building site. Here it is, complete with broken-down small shed, the beginnings of our dismantling of the path and ghastly children’s toys… Uh huh, the previous owners of this place thought it clever to have two […]
…and I’m exhausted. A pictorial record of me weeding the garden. I can hardly move, and I’ve barely even scratched the surface. I dug so hard I snapped the trowel.
I received two pictures of my teenage bedroom through the post (remember that?) the other day. What else could I do but share. Exhibit a: I have to accept that this state of affairs is the default setting, forever, at my bedside. I’ve just cleared away a pile of books and sundry other rubbish. Nothing […]
To be honest, the thought of painting woodwork is merely a distant dream at the moment, but some day, these stripped and filled doors are going to have to be taken to task. I was just planning on white, but then a post on American blog My Favourite and My Best, has given me pause. […]