The thing about decorating that I really don't like is the muddle. Not the dust, that is easily wiped up, but it's the displacement of everything that irritates me. The entire contents of the bathroom are on the landing and in our bedroom. I can't get to the trunk that stores bed linen because on top of it sits a box of plastic bath toys, a set of bathroom scales and a twelve pack of loo roll. Things that would normally be in our bedroom are downstairs. Pictures are propped up on the floor against walls. The hoover is currently in Bella's bedroom for some reason. When I come upstairs with a basket of dry washing to put away, I find I have no-where to put down the basket. Nothing is to hand or where you want it to be.
It is annoying.
But we are getting there, in fact I'd go so far as to say that the worst is over. The bathroom is now painted (bright yellow! - be nice when I show you photos) and usable. Our bedroom wall has gone from blue to white. My mum has been an absolute gem and has proved herself to be rather handy with a paintbrush. Things are starting to go back to their normal places and order is slowly being restored. Pictures have been collected from the framers and many trips have been made to the DIY shop. Tomorrow, pictures will be hung and flowers planted. Over the weekend I will catch up with lots and lots of blog reading and take some photos. But right now, I have a date with cup of tea, a rocky road and some knitting.