Well this is irritating
I cannae enter my house by my own front door anymore.
All the furniture has been moved out from the sitting room, half of it's been picked up by Lucky Purchasers already and the other half is sitting dejectedly on my front lawn. (Lawn party anyone?)
We're redoing the floors. Tigerwood. Apparently it gets redder as it ages. Where does it stop nobody knows.
The point is basically I have to come in through the backdoor. I'm a little too out of shape for the kitchen window. ;)
And then when all this is done.... everything will smell like paint instead. Oh boy.
Hopefully S's wrist will be fine again by the time everything's done. :)
All the furniture has been moved out from the sitting room, half of it's been picked up by Lucky Purchasers already and the other half is sitting dejectedly on my front lawn. (Lawn party anyone?)
We're redoing the floors. Tigerwood. Apparently it gets redder as it ages. Where does it stop nobody knows.
The point is basically I have to come in through the backdoor. I'm a little too out of shape for the kitchen window. ;)
And then when all this is done.... everything will smell like paint instead. Oh boy.
Hopefully S's wrist will be fine again by the time everything's done. :)