Sunday, 28 September 2014

Fifty Shades of Grey?

After this week's painting project, I'm eternally grateful I don't live in a high-blocked house.  Though truth be told, even this little old house, four steps off the ground, proved too high for my ground-clutching self.  The old adage of fifteen hands being as high off the ground as I like to be all too true.

Fortunately with some cajoling the big fella came to the rescue.

Yet another rather daunting hydraulics handling scenario.

Always useful for testing marital relations.

And so at this point in time, all high areas have been under-coated as well as receiving their final two top coats.  The kids have all but finished the first top coat all round, good progress indeed.

Hopefully the fully completed reveal will come by week's end.

Thursday, 25 September 2014

Operation Paintbrush

We love holidays.

Even though dreadfully exhausting.

I'm not sure who to be expecting a phone call from first:

Either the Department of Child Services for child labour infringements ... or Jalna for a Greek Yoghurt advertising campaign.

Wednesday, 3 September 2014

It goes On and On and On

I'm not sure what that song is, but it reminds me of this fencing project.

I've promised the kids a day at the beach when the never-ending saga is over.  The proviso being they have to watch me pant through a 10k run first.  Jess thinks she'll have a crack at the 5k and though Sarah too is back on the running bandwagon, she's taken it upon herself to keep an eye on the 'little kids'.  With only a month to go, there's still a whole lot of fencing left to complete, not to mention a whole lot of 'training'.

In a case of absolutely rotten timing, the few days Matthew chose to take off work were the same few days he succumbed to one of the most debilitating flus I've ever seen.  Having been through it myself the week prior, I mopped his brow and fetched his tea, just as I know he'd have done for me had he been around.  Testament to how sick he was, a Sunday doctor visit was necessary, possibly only the third in our near-nineteen years of marriage, those first two involving gaping wounds.

Fortunately those big girls were home for the weekend.  And though we left end assemblies, stays and gate hanging for the big fella, we did manage to pull a lot of wire.

Some progress at least.

And with Matthew's Mum arriving for a visit this evening, one really should be vacuuming .... not blogging!


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