We will be so very glad when the painters finish painting our house (so will they, I think). They arrive at 7 each morning, which is an early hour by which to have showered, corralled the cats into whatever room won't have open windows that day, and so on. Today they've just about finished my study (let's pass over the mix-up whereby the head guy placed the wrong lid back on the wrong sample paint pot, which meant that I'd bought 3 gallons of the Wrong Yellow - which made the stairwell down to the study look as though it was colored with synthetic lemonade powder, not sunshine). Here you can see how outside has turned Italian-ish: more garden views will follow, soon, when these draped sheets and bits of plastic and other protective wear have disappeared.
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