At some moments I want to cut corners. I want to get the house finished and done and ready for the market and so we can actually just sit and enjoy it for 5 minutes before we go.
But I’m not very good at that. It’s more that I opt not to do a job than I’m willing to do a job to a poor standard. Or at least, I still do things to a standard I’m willing to tolerate and that doesn’t wind me up too much rather than do a job too quickly.
And so out came the fridge…
Filled, caulked, prepped, masked, sanded and painted, despite the fact no-one will ever see it for more than a few minutes.
It’s quietly pleasing to me to know that lurking behind our fridge (which we’re planning to include in the house sale) is a short stretch of skirting that’s neatly painted despite the fact that no one but me cares.
Of course I managed to pull off a bit of the paint from the wall, which is less pleasing. But since I’ve got a whole bunch of areas to touch up – and that’s the next job after finishing the tiles in the laundry room and replacing the tiles in the hall, well… I’m less upset about that than I could be.
It’s also in a not terribly visible place.
In other news, prep for our Norway holiday continues – we’ve dug out the road map of Europe, we’ve dug out the tent and [other camping gear]… It’s starting to feel like an actual holiday approacheth.
