I've been thinking about flowers this week, although I don't have any other pictures to show you. I've spent a bit of time pottering in the garden, preparing it for when we sell the house. I'm slowly removing things that are high maintenance (looking at you, willow hedge) and plonking in all manner of pretty flowers for a riotous display - all the time wondering why I didn't do this before.
This week I've added two different varieties of ox-eye daisy, and I've also bought one of those giant red poppies - I have no idea what they're called but they're so spectacular I always stand and stare when I see one in someone's garden. I must take a picture of the unopened buds - they look like giant strawberries.
Today has been a day of plastering, and I'm starting to realise why plasterers (and other traders I suppose) have apprentices. I could have done with one today to fetch water, clean trowels, mix plaster, run up and down stairs for things I've forgotten, move ladders, wash buckets, take things to the bin... Oh how lovely it would have been to have someone to order around to do all those things!
I'm pretty sure I spend more time doing those things than actually plastering. This is how it goes.
However, we are making progress, and I'm writing this as I take a short break for a cuppa in between plaster coats. I'm off work until next Wednesday, and I'm hoping by then that much of the upstairs plastering will be done. After that upstairs is pretty straightforward (famous last words...).
Well, we'll see. As ever, as much as I try to concentrate on one thing, other thing sneak in.
That's how things are round here right now. Plaster, tea, run, repeat. Not a bad life.