Normally a weekend will find me in my hide away in North Yorkshire, enjoying the space, the beauty, the fresh air and of course the company! But I am now officially in hell. For the last two weekends I have been dragged kicking and screaming back to London by Mr Right, our sole endeavour a complete refurbishment on my London apartment to get it ready for the rental market.
I have scrapped, I have scrubbed, I have chiselled, I have stripped, I have masked up, I have painted, I have clambered on tops of cupboards and crawled under beds. I am officially knackered. Jj, bless him, has had to listen to me piss and moan for two weekends solid, as he does all the hard labour and I now sit and just write about it. I know people say there is a sense of satisfaction for a job well done. I say ppffttt to that. Cracked nails, splinters, blisters and a deep and everlasting ache in under used muscles tell a completely different story. We will probably have to be here again next weekend. Oh woe is me! I hate DIY.