Extreme Painting
And the saga of the bathroom continues and expands. Poor Right Foot has lost his entire week's holiday and I'm struggling to keep up his morale with endless iced coffees and exaggerated compliments. When it all gets too much for me I escape to the cinema or the shops, hoping vainly for improvement when I return. And, as we only have one bathroom, I have now been holding on for a very long time.

Christmas: beautiful presents, food and drink with beautiful people around the pool at Grumpy and Petite's.
Boxing Day: snapping up bargains in the city.
Saturday: cricket at the G with Liz
Yesterday: more bargains, this time at Chadstone
Today: escape the heat with the Lord of the Rings.
And all interspersed with tasty left-overs and the sounds of poor Right Foot groaning and moaning as he paints the bathroom. It has taken days to scrape back 50 years of unwise colour choices and at leat one attempt to cover up the whole sorry mess with pink and yellow floral wallpaper.
And now, the new Barbara Trapido is ready for me to pick up at Stonnington library.Bliss