Well, I have done a second coat on the bathroom and the toilet, both of which needed it but neither of which - surprisingly - was at all enjoyable. Still, something else I can cross off the list. I was just about to take the dogs out, it's sunnier than ever but it has also started raining heavily. Might as well do the dishes and see what develops.
At least my hands are covered in white paint so I look like I have been doing something valid in the real world.
The rain was going in sharp diagonals, then it switched to straight downwards, now it has virtually petered out. Mia could tell me what that was all about.
(By the way, what does one actually call the room the toilet is in to distinguish it from the toilet itself? I had a problem with this describing what I had painted to Shane, who is in any case not of this world. I personally feel that 'toilet' is one of those idiotic metaphors like 'sex'; both of them are stand-in 'nice' words which have come to mean something a little more cutting-edge than that for which they were originally employed, but in both cases they're bullshit. I don't want any of you to tell me you had sex in the toilet, alright? You fucked in the dunny and that' s it. No wonder I had to paint it.)