On Monday morning (note the date, the 19th of December) Mr Uphilldowndale sat up in bed and announced he was going to decorate our bedroom before Christmas. The need to re-decorate our bedroom has been evident since the roofer put in his foot through the ceiling, in July 2010. The task was on a schedule of work that ‘slipped’ when Mr Uphilldowndale ‘slipped’ from his bike back in October. I’d long since given up hope of a coat or two of emulsion paint this side of Christmas.
Given that Mr Uphilldowndale was also working a couple of days this week I thought he’d set himself quite a tight delivery date, but I wasn’t going to discourage him.
He did falter slightly yesterday as he’d seen a chance to run off in search of the roving lunch box again: but I pointed out that if he delivered a half painted bedroom, I’d be reciprocating by delivering a half cooked turkey to the table on Christmas day. We’ve come to a mutual understanding.
The photos are from last weekend, I’ve been too busy to get out and about and it has been wet miserable weather during any moments that I’ve actually managed to get my head up.
Here is Mrs Bees boy, isn’t he handsome with his dusting of snow.