I have spent a lot of time here this week, peeling paint off the stairs, using a steamer to soften the paint up. It is killing my hands, and eating into my writing time, but there’s actually something quite therapeutic about it.
This is just the first three stairs though, it’s going to take a looong time at this rate to do the whole staircase!
After the lovely weather, we finally had the thunder and the break in the humidity. And some pretty spectacular downpours.
The Boyfriend was in the process of putting those bricks into the skip when it came down in earnest, turning our road into something of a river.
Which meant he had to stop and come inside, and got some help with the stairs. I think my pink gardening gloves rather suit him.
Today, while looking for bathroom cleaner in our cleaning cupboard, I found no less than 6 bottles of toilet cleaner. Plus a couple of bottles of bleach, which to me is essentially the same thing. I think the Boyfriend has a cleaning product habit.
(Just in case anyone thinks I can’t count, the sixth bottle is upstairs in the bathroom by this point)