My sister, Stephanie, is here for a nice long two-week visit. We've plans to meet up a few times with our other sister, Lindsey, for music and fun. I want us to do some work together on the allotment. And she's persuaded me to redecorate the living room which we haven't changed since we moved in five years ago.
She got here last night and by half-past-eight this morning we'd already been to B&Q to buy plants and paint testers. Now it's half-past-one in the afternoon, and we've slapped little squares of paint on several walls, stripped the chimney breast, started to wallpaper it and then decided we hated the paper, so we've stopped for a pot of tea and to think up a plan B. Plan B so far is "paint it pink".
She's also got grand plans to mosaic the hearth to complement the fireplace we made from smashed-up crockery. I want to plant some hanging baskets and pots to brighten up the front door, and Steph wants to paint the front door red.
Sounds pretty ambitious and exhausting? Add to all that the presence of five kids between the ages of four and ten, and it becomes a totally insane plan. I love it when Steph comes.