Who let the dogs out?

When I was painting the kitchen. Emily trod in the paint tray then wiped her face with her mucky paw. Perhaps she wanted to be a smurf or try out 70s makeup to match my playlist. For once she was compliant in having a bath.

Ceiling and walls done. Woodwork and coving tomorrow if it's in stock. The important things like the family calendar and my 33 year old clock are back in place.