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.