I have finished Our Mutual Friend. HOORAH!!! I was worried I wouldn't be able to finish it by the end of the month (my N.Y. resolution was to read a new classic every month) but I was babysitting for a friend last night and the TV was so dire I read the last hundred or so pages. What a brilliant book. I loved it. So funny, such insightful social commentary, such fabulous characters and a great plot. What more could you ask for in a novel? Feb's classic: Under the Greenwood Tree. Because it's short...ahem...because I've heard it's fab.
Have had a weekend of baton-passing parenting, you know, where you do single-handed childcare shifts inbetween Things You Actually Want to Get on With. No we-are-fammerly time but never mind. I'm dead chuffed though, having done the windows in our room at last. When we moved here, our bedroom was purple everywhere - it was disgusting, frankly, a really vile sludgy dirty purple colour, oh and hideous textured wallpaper too into the bargain. We stripped that lot off and painted the rest of the room about three years or so ago but never quite got around to finishing off...you know how it is. So we've lived all this time with purple windowframes which has always make the room look a bit crap. Except after a while you stop noticing these things. But the purple is no more! I have sanded and scraped, I have primed and glossed. And they're sash windows too, ie a right bugger to paint. I've already had to scrape a screwdriver between the edges where the primer glued the window shut. What's the betting that, if we do move, the people who move in will promptly rip out all the lovely sashes and stick in UPVC everywhere?
Right. Off to Google some nice houses now.
Stack them high
23 hours ago