So the painting continues and the rest of the house looks worse by the day. Isn't that always the way? The woodwork has had its first coat and the transformation is amazing. So amazing that I am tempted to keep a completely empty white room with a chair in it and just revel in the whiteness and brightness.......
I may be losing the plot here. Possibly the paint fumes. (There are none.)
Jean, bless her, rocked up this morning, clutching fresh scones for tea, so she too could marvel at the machine, the whiteness and the total mess in the rest of the house, and tell me whether I should start potting on my seedlings. As one does. Just before she arrived, I made the mistake of noticing more cobwebs in the lounge. The painter friend then just happened to look behind a painting on the wall - I ask you, people, do you EVER go and look behind a painting on the wall??????? This meant that there was much hilarity around here, and comments like "Shall I take down the paintings so the walls can be vacuumed? "
Just a word of advice here - if you darken my doorstep, do not even begin to think of checking the walls behind any paintings. Not until I tell you I have redecorated, and you can be certain all walls will have been cleaned within an inch of their lives prior to meeting up with the paint roller.
Life is too short to vacuum walls behind paintings. You heard it from me.
PS I apologise for the total lack of scintillating news. There is none. I am home. The house is a tip. But my lilac tree is starting to bloom! The end.