D.I.Y.

I have a love hate relationship with decorating and D.I.Y.. To begin with it's therapeutic but after a while, and particularly when you don't seem to be making much headway in the grand scheme of things, it just becomes a fuckin' drag. Tonight, more drilling and filling (no, you dirty dogs, remember it's DIY) and dust and grit and mess. Well, I say mess but fortunately I avoided dirtying the floors again by catching most of the brick dust in my eye.

I will retire to the relative dust free atmosphere of the Lake District for a couple of days. If I can see to find it that is.