Revolutionary Rants

Mum and Dad’s kitchen is now a rather nice shade of green, whilst their bedroom is a vivacious red. Mum and I together did a second coat upstairs and a first down, and today I did a third on the bedroom and a second (of one coat “guaranteed”) coat in the kitchen. It has really cheered up the house (which has been in neutral “sell, sell, sell” colours before now) and is very much in the character of the cottage and its era.

Not a lot doing other than that. Still looking forward to our trip to Robin Hood’s Bay loads, and the weekend as well. We’ll be helping out (me painting and Chicken leccy stuff) at the new house and perhaps if we have time baking the Christmas cakes. Yes, already that time of year again… Scary. This year has shot passed, really.

We have decided that Thursday are not funny, as BBC2 claims, having sat through an hour of dire “comedy” last week. A bit sad French and Saunders don’t have that Ab Fab magic anymore, though, and Peter Sten-er-whathisfaceshould stick to bit-part comedy as well. I am keen to see who wins The Restaurant however. I bloody hope it is not Jeremy and Jane, the hideous weepy-marine combo but I bet it will be… Them versus the twins in the final and they win out.

Anyhoo, 17:13, time to think about doing some tea, I suppose…