Brush off

So, I have finally started doing some decorating. Last night I painted my hall ceiling. It took about an hour and a half and reminded me that I hate, hate, hate decorating and I cannot understand why someone would want to do it for a living (although obviously I am glad that they do because then I might be able to employ them to do my decorating in future). It might need another coat tonight but I’m hoping that I did such a fantastic job that it only needs a bit of touching up in a few places. I hate decorating and I still have the walls, doors and woodwork to paint, as well as the separate task of painting my front door *puts head in hands and weeps*

It’s funny though, on the evenings when I engage with something I seem to get more done generally. Not only did I paint the ceiling but I also hoovered and cleaned out the vacuum cleaner and did some washing up and sorted a few other bits as well, whereas other nights I can sit at home and hardly have the energy to get up off the sofa. Everything in moderation though, I say, and I am sure I will spend many an evening making more of a dent in my settee in future.

I have a whole week off next week to do domestic chores, it is looking less and less appealing by the moment. Methinks I need to think for somewhere to go away to for a couple of days next week.