Good morning, all. Grey and drizzly here, and still cold although the wind has died down.
The penultimate day of the painting operation; J. thinks she will be finished mid-afternoon tomorrow. It has certainly been one way of spending lockdown, and I dread to think what the final bill will be!
Yesterday she used a sealant over the anaglypta in the living room so she can paint on top of it (it's the only room which had anaglypta and the only one she hasn't needed to steam the old wallpaper off. The fumes of the sealant, being a solvent, permeated the house and sent the carbon monoxide detector into total meltdown, a hissy fit from which it still hasn't recovered. I've temporarily had to take a battery out. Apparently solvents are a well-known cause of a "false alarm", and we both woke up this morning, so I don't think it's anything more sinister!
To while away the time (we're in limbo with no telly this week), today has been soup preparation day; Ossie had peeled and chopped the onions and garlic and Mrs O is doing an assembly job in the kitchen. All the rest of the veg we prepared yesterday. It's cabbage, courgette, pepper, celery, chilli and leeks, and this week's mystery ingredient (Ossie always sees what's on price reduction at the supermarket
) - trimmed green beans!
The chilli is out of the freezer (homegrown last year) and likely to send the CO2 detector into another fit of apoplexy judging by its potency!
I can't do heat, Ally, all yours!
Back in our Somerset days, Crommers, we had a "polite" letter from neighbours about the height of the bushes in our front garden, except it wasn't polite, and they threatened us with the Council. They had tolerated them for years and only wrote when we had put our house on the market. We complied, of course - it was a fair request - but it left a bit of a sour taste, as we had never particularly got on with them anyway (curtain-twitchers, nearly as bad as Ossie!)
Be interesting to hear how your rail journey went, Meriad ....
Have a good day, folks.