In the never-ending saga of painting the hall I have just done the final undercoat. Hand me the tape and I start on enamel woodwork next week.
Meanwhile, the contents of the hall, a surprising amount considering it is a small and almost empty room in normal circumstances, are scattered around the house, still. My not very big bedroom has had 3 large painting boxes for months (and a wall mirror and pelmet). My nights crackle to the sound of the cat playing under the drop sheets for her 2am frolic.
Now my ambition, and I can see this is pushing it, is to finish this year. Meanwhile, I have at least 6 coats of 3 different paints (taping in between) left to do and the calender is fast filling up with the pre-Christmas social and school-related event frenzy, 95% of which I would skip for a cupcake. (Mind you, this is not a small set when you think of all the things you would not do for a really good cupcake with a dreadful amount of chocolate icing.)
So possibly my ambition is that by Christmas I hope to have no tape, furniture back in and the house less like it has been turned upside down by a clown with a very large spoon.