Propping up a dodgy memory

Some images of the current domestic chaos.

Eucalyptus slimline venetians and silverleaf verticals are now winging their way towards my kitchen and I *duck*, courtesy of Westral and another big bag o' cash.

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For reasons that escape me, I was just siezed by the desire to publish this picture of a defunct light switch in my house:



( Does that look wrong to you? It looks wrong to me. )

What DIY dodginess lurks in your domiciles as a gift passed down through the ages?

I made a solid start on painting the kitchen today. Perhaps a little *too* solid, for I didn't stop when I knew I should have, so the neck and shoulders may kick back a little over the next few days. Or maybe sooner :-(

But it's just the kind of activity I've had so much trouble with for several years, so yay me!

( But there were compensations )

Have had another very productive afternoon. Sorted out the linen cupboard and printed out little labels so chaos will never again grab another toehold there *shakes fist at chaos*. Was astonished at how many pillow slips we have; they were jammed in *everywhere*. Can now lay my hands on a Fitted Sheet - Winter instantly. Consigned some elderly linens to the emergency box.

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Ow.

With some trepidation I have just wielded a number of pointy metallic objects in the very close vicinity of electrical outlets.

IOW I just screwed the kitchen power point faces back onto the newly tiled walls. It looks much better without bare wiring hanging in open air.

A few shots of kitchen in progress. I don't think I've put up the befores, but here are some durings.

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Suspect lungs feel much better this morning. I'm really beginning to suspect the city is bad for my health, or maybe my battle with the cold was a brief one and I emerged victorious.

However, I have aching back and shoulder muscles and I am overjoyed :-)

Last night I think I accidentally made custard. If anyone's curious as to how that is achieved I may explain later.

In theory right now a tiler is in my kitchen slopping cement all over my new benchtops. Husband is not answering the phone, so perhaps the tiler is an axe murderer after all.

I am at work, which makes me happy.

Houston, we have a plumber.