It was late last night by the time we finished sanding the floor. Then this morning, while Simon washed the walls upstairs and cleaned the floor over and over again, I cleaned downstairs. And discovered there is a reason people use such things as dust sheets.
We did not.
I cleaned everything. I can’t count how many buckets of water I used on the floor. And I don’t even like cleaning. I dusted everything – which is particularly ironic because dusting is my most hated chore and in the past few days I think I have done more of it than all the rest of the days of my life combined.
Now we are heading out to the Christmas market in Silverton.
And then the Internet goes down.
Oh well then….