The painter

This has been a long time in the planning. I escaped most of yesterday as I was visiting my mother in Swindon hospital (she fell and broke her hip at the weekend and is awaiting an operation later today).

This morning I spun out the gym session, but there is only so long you can physically torture yourself.

To be fair, I have got off lightly. My services needed for sanding and dabbing those hard-to-reach corners of the bathroom upstairs. And we're mostly done now.