The spare room is painted out. The walls, the ceiling and the cupboard doors are all done, and done well. I'm a good house painter when I get in the groove, mind you, the cats aren't helping. They want to help, but no.
Like all jobs I'm fine with, but don't really want to do, I'm finding getting it done in short periods of time helpful. Spend and hour or two on the job, clean up, then do something else. Today was gloss day, after a quick trip to Bunnings to get some glossing rollers (the best thing ever - gets the paint on, the go over quickly with a brush). Yesterday was the ceiling - and I hate doing ceilings, but this was okay. Thursday I did the walls - one careful coat of Whisper White. Tomorrow I move everything back into the spare room, sort out stuff which will be sold on at the Camberwell Market (COVID permitting) and start to move things out of my bedroom. Though I think the only painting which will get done in the week will be the hall way and it's ceiling - and staying this, I have two cats who really want to help - and we can't have that.
The cats are going home on Friday.
In the mean time I keep pondering:
- Did Cleo (trainer) get back from NSW okay, on time, without the need to quarantine?
- Will my downstairs neighbours be able to get back in a few weeks? (They're somewhere in NSW - decided not to come back
- Is South Australia thinking about closing the borders to Victoria?
- Do I really have to go back to work on Monday?
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