What’s brown and invisible?

No wood!
C is off to Paris on Tuesday. And I’ve got the week off to decorate downstairs. No, I’m not doing a “vajazzle” gag. We are better than that.
I can’t start before she goes because the mayhem associated with decorating and Clare (I mean Clare and the mayhem… I’m not attributing any of the mayhem to Clare) do not mix.
So, as a warm up, I chopped out the rotten windowsill and replaced with lovely, not-rotten Sapele wood.