Spooky

My last three blog posts contain the word 'finished', two of them italicised. Is this significant, I wonder?

Yay! It's a bank holiday!

I've spent the past three days crawling up and down the new stairs with sandpaper, woodstain and Danish oil. My knees ache, my back hurts and my wrists are sore.
31 spindles, 2 more newels and the landing handrails to go, then I'll be finished. One way or the other.

Sawdust

The latest swarm of joiners has left the building. This is a good thing. They'll be back in the first week of June to fit five new doors and then, horror of horrors, they may have finished. This is a mind-boggling prospect: dare I think in terms of resurrecting the daily writing habit?
I'd better not be too hasty, the other joiner's due tomorrow to finish off the handrail on the new staircase and when he does I have the hall, stairs, landing, bathroom and study to decorate. And when the builders have finished plastering round the new windows there's a living room to decorate too...