I've been on a fantabulous craft weekend, about which there's lots to say. It's probably mostly been said, but told myself that once I'd cleared my backlog of pictures and done an in betweeny post, then I'd have a clear run at it. Life does seem to be getting in the way of blogging at the moment. We've had visitors from tassie and up north who helped Gerard work on the house. Things got done at a cracking pace, the whole project moved forward significantly and it was fun and totally exhausting. Here's a picture of Adrian glazing our kitchen window, which the previous owners had covered with plastic and sticky tape (which had become yellow with age). He also glazed the other broken and cracked windows. In less than a day.
I can't tell you what a difference it makes to the kitchen, which we're not painting because the paints OK until we do the big kitchen refit in a year or two. However we're starting to talk about buying paint for the rest of the house very soon. There's just a few minor issues to resolve before painting. For instance the textured suface on the walls, which we like but which looks strange when the cracks are filled with plaster. It's a 1940's or 50's finish, so there's another lot of research for moi. Hopefully I'll do better than the linoleum that turned out to be vinyl but is still quite nice in a hospital sort of way. I had a glimpse of how special the bath and the basin will look together when we measured up exactly where it would go and where the shelf will be. Once the painting's done, we'll be all set to move, so we're talking dates. Exciting times. I'm very keen to move in before the end of November. Even if it is a bit daunting.
What else? Grace has had an on again off again gastro/giarda bug that finally responded to a treatment. But not before she had a crappy couple of weeks and I did a whole lot of washing and worrying about the poor little mite. She had a casual day at childcare today and seemed to really enjoy it, but passed out on her chair before dinner. Obviously naptime is shorter than at home. My feet are puffy again and I think I should probably go to the doctor. Sigh. Oh, and that's right, the stockmarket crashed. Which means recession will be upon us once more and I'll be super busy at work. Probably a better place to be than where I was last time round. Although in the eighties we did get to have boozy lunches and smoke at our desks as the sky fell in. Och, not making sense. More about craft tommorrow.