Stay calm and don't breathe in . . . . . . . . . .

Kitchen windowsill blooms from the garden.

Not much is looking fresh and sparkly around the cottage this morning. . . . . . . .

and it's about to get worse as the sanding of the bathroom walls and ceiling, which

 had to be refinished after stripping wallpaper and removing the popcorn, 

takes place this morning prior to painting.

George and his wife are good workers - staying until 5:30 pm yesterday, 

and arriving on time this morning at 8:30 am - that's always a plus

in my book!

I'm expecting a good result and it will be wonderful getting rid of the dark

 wood trim and having fresh paint everywhere. When they are finished, 

we'll be getting prepared for the installation of the new vanity/basin top on

 Thursday, lovely new faucets, and the new glass shower doors will be made

 and installed later. 

Thanks for the good wishes yesterday. I wonder why we put ourselves

 through these often stressful scenarios around our homes, don't you?  

The crumbling and cobwebbed mansion of the doomed hermit, Miss Havisham,

 in Charles Dickens novel Great Expectations comes to mind - and I guess I

 prefer not to leave my home, sometime down the road of life, in such a state!

See you here tomorrow for Michael's weekly online art fest, Scribble Picnic -

visit now and join us, we'd love to have you. This week's theme is fun -

Grandfather Clock.