Yesterday's weather: Eventually foggy - see below
Our house turned pink yesterday. I blame Merv. If it hadn't been for him putting in a nice stained glass window between his hallway and lounge we would never have even thought of it. And if Mum hadn't had this really nice leaded window that she wanted to get rid of, we wouldn't have even started it yet. So I blame her too. Jon looked very colourful yesterday with pink dust in his hair and a layer all over him (even up his nose and in his ears, thought I'd share that with you). He was, as you might say, in the pink, tickled pink and pretty in pink. And no, ex-colleagues, there is no photograph!
I'll explain. Our house is a couple of hundred years old and made from local stone. The walls are about 1m thick. The inner shell of the house and all the internal walls are made from these ghastly red bricks, some sort of honeycomb affair. Yesterday Jon started work on fitting the window between the kitchen and the stairwell to let more light into the kitchen. We covered everything in the kitchen with dustsheets and hung another over the stairs to prevent dust getting upstairs into the lounge. Well, there was nothing wrong with the idea and I think some of the dust actually landed on the dust sheets rather than under but the rest of it is still drifting around the house this morning giving the inside of the house a warm pink hue. The angle grinder (now you know why we bought it) would have been far more user-friendly had it had it's own vacuum cleaner attached to it (has anyone ever thought of inventing one of those?).
We spent a couple of hours clearing up last night but now the dust has settled again so this morning it is back to collecting up the next lot of dust and washing all the curtains. Hope it stays dry today! The trouble is, we know from having the house rewired last summer that the dust will hang around for a couple of weeks yet. Where are Kim and Aggie when you need them?
The weather stayed dry most of the day until, of course, we had the kitchen furniture outside when the heavens opened again. But we did get an amazing rainbow to follow.
1 comment:
Well Jon - you always were that little special with that touch of pink in your hair - such a nice boy - what on earth possessed you to pick up an angle-grinder at your age? I really think you do too much old boy! Break out the port and get one of those local revolutionary types to assist you.... whilst I have always been a bit of a 'doctrinaire' my hero has to be Francois Guizot ... he would definately have got someone in!!! Anyway copy our window at your own peril!!
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