At least it’s not my tea...

... I can’t believe I’m blipping something as dull as paint (would you like to see it drying?).

I’ve been trying to decide on colours for a spot of (well overdue) decorating. It’s never as easy as you think is it?
(Especially when you have to send for colours and then they don’t arrive, despite having paid, and you have to e-mail them and start again).
And don’t even start me on curtain fabric in Lockdown. If ours hadn’t taken on a look of something belonging to Miss Havisham I wouldn’t even be thinking about it.

I had stopped drinking, but it’s Friday.. The wine forecast was pretty favourable and a very (!) long chat with an Elderly One tipped me over the edge. Whilst chatting I found myself doing that weird charade of ‘a bucket of wine immediately please’. Fortunately Himself is fairly tuned-in.

Happy Friday One and All.