Husband's in France for a few weeks , so I decided to paint the kitchen this weekend . It's easier to camp out among the temporary chaos on your own , than with two .
Things got off to a good start . The Dutch equivalent of sugar soap has finally been found and corners are unaccustomedly cobweb free .
But , first things first . Coffee . Filter coffee , Kenyan Masai AA to get me going . It wasn't perhaps the best idea to knock the full filter over the clean , ready to paint surfaces and floor but when I klutz , I tend to do it with full choral backing .... remember the Ratatouille ?
So I go in hunt of clean painting trousers , only find ancient size 16s , find belt , talk to daughter on phone and marvel that though I've lost so much weight , I remain a size 12 , daughter says "Yes , but you can't do much about your hips ", cross said daughter off Christmas card list , put cd on , climb ladder , and get cracking . I'm only doing walls , ceiling and a couple of shelves , so it doesn't take too long to finish first coat .
But I decided that , to hell with saving time , I can't possibly spend all weekend eating only toast and light cottage cheese so clear a space to make some chicken , leek and chick pea soup with a minute piece of chorizo ( cholesterol-laden but essential ) and spinach . The chickpeas were originally cooked with a cinnamon stick which makes it all smell gorgeous and I enjoyed the resulting soup hugely !
Next day , next coat and by lunch time it's all done. For once the paint I used lived up to its name , "Perfect Finish" ! Putting everything back was a pain but finally I could flake out on the sofa with a pile of 1950's Paris Match I'd discovered the other day . And then sleep like a rose .( This isn't me , in case you were wondering . )
N.B. to self : Tangos aren't really the best music choice when you're up a ladder .