We have made a start.
I caved in, copped out, abandoned my
This was probably the most practical option, given the amount of preparation that would have been needed before the floor was paintable, and the need to let Richie get on with the plumbing, only delayed because he had flu. It should also give a clean crisp look to the room that may appeal to the prospective buyer rather more than the gappy old painted floor that I love. I try not to think about Gwen and John of the astonishing and inspiring Desideratum, and of how short I fall of my own meagre standards, but in my next home I will have no laminate, that's for sure.
The Lovely Son has pressed on; he has had some help from the usual inspectors.
He's now sitting in front of the tv, rapt, looking about 10, watching Indiana Jones, while I cook a garlicky roast chicken for dinner. He's going to kill me for showing his Builder's Bum.
We have no other New Year Resolutions so far. I have no memory of ever keeping them anyway, so this year, as for several previous years, I've saved myself the trouble of thinking them up in the first place.
But the shower room will get finished....
Apropos of nothing: some pink things. My birthday present from the Lovely Son, who clearly sees me as a Serious Person, and Christmas presents belonging to Flossie, who knows that we don't do Serious for long in this house. The pink heart emits loud, hysterical yelps when chomped. The two cats just think deep and meaningful thoughts, silently.
Hoping 2011 will be a wonderful year for us all, deep and meaningful maybe, hysterically yelping definitely not.