Beer o'clock

If you'd spent the day sanding floors, you'd put a cool beer on a pedestal at the end of the day and take a poorly lit photo of it too.

A very welcome end to a day that has given me back ache, hand ache and a lung-full of oak/elm dust. The upstairs hall pictured yesterday is sanded, swept and mopped. The dining room downstairs, with its slightly higgledy piggledy parquet, has been done with the floor sander, and now awaits attack by the hand sanders.