There is no turning back now. The wallpaper is being stripped as we speak. I’ve been wanting to paint the bathroom since forever. Priorities have interfered up to this pont until the paint the bathroom issue worked its way to the top of the list. After contacting Nicola, a recommended painter, cleaning everything nailed down and removing everything else I still had to face the big mouldy elephant in the room. My bathroom ceiling had to be bleached. As I am only 5’6″ and the ceiling is way more than that I had to get up on the step-ladder despite my better judgement to do the deed. Oddly enough, now that my son is living closer to his work, he didn’t visit this weekend to help me . Little arthritic Red Hen that I am, I did it myself.
Strange isn’t it ? Just a little effort mixed with the adventure of standing on a stepladder makes one feel satisfied with oneself. Even more exciting, is the tendency I have to do my little home improvement projects on my own in the dead of the night. I like to tidy up or cook or fix things in between reading sessions, writing when the spirit moves me and lulls in my British drama programs. Anyway, I’m pleased with myself.