These days you'll mostly find me up a ladder, or moving furniture, or mixing plaster or lime, a paint brush and a scraper always in hand. Our poor old house took a beating over the last couple of remarkably long, wet winters, with water leaking in from disused chimneys and through holes in the roof, and humidity infiltrating just about everywhere. Maintenance in a old house is a never-ending job, but these last few winters have made it necessary to step up our efforts, which is just what I'm doing these days, taking advantage of the beautiful warm, dry September days.
I'm leading this operation, but getting help from an eager six-year-old girl (at what age do chores stop being so alluring?), and from her bothers when they have a spare moment because - shocking! - they have to finish the summer homework they left till the last few days before school starts (why does homework get done better under pressure?). Though, to be fair, the boy who shattered the car windshield the other day, when his bicycle slipped from his hands and fell – CRASH – from the bike rack onto the glass, is been extremely helpful, and did a great job painting the bathroom. Amazing what a powerful motivation guilt can be!
Back up my ladder, have a great day!