Watching paint dry

You, not me. I was busy painting the next bit.

This afternoon our daughter collected the keys to the flat we're helping her to move into tomorrow. We went round to see where to put things and it looked a lot more run down than three months ago when it was full of furniture and she agreed to move in. So two of us raced to the paint shop before it closed, one of us raced home for old clothes and paintbrushes and we spent the evening painting. Back to do a second coat first thing in the morning, then we collect the van for the boxes, bags and furniture.