I have finally put my foot down. You may, or may not know, that I live with a very talented interior (and exterior) decorator – my Other Half or OH. His work is legendary and some of the best homes (and the odd dodgy one) feature his unique decorating skills.
But living with a professional decorator, means that we are always last on the list. Cobbler’s Children and all that. I made a huge fuss and now we are at the top of the list. I want my house painted from “mould-cream” to “no-mould-cream”. Is that too much to ask?
Floss and I are prepared to help and, apparently, it is all in the preparation. Is it so wrong to paint over the dust/dirt. Can’t we call it texture. Apparently not. Who knew?
So we have been cleaning, washing and vacuuming the walls, like you do.
Everything has been piled into boxes and dumped into any empty(ish) space.
I think this is called work-in-progress or mess, in my world.
The prep has been done and tomorrow is painting. I don’t know if we are painting using brushes or rollers or terrier.
For time off today, Floss and I walked the dogs – we took them on a ride and then we had to do our statutory foal taming.
Such a chore.
These two darling boys are beginning to find their own identities and independence, as well as a very strong bond.
A week on from their arrival at Thordale and I am so proud of the orphan foal, Brisk. He is now part of a strange, but working, little family.
However, Camus is obsessed with ‘Ster. Now that is a bit odd.