We finally started painting the granny flat...on New Year's Eve of all days. We just had to bit the bullet and do it. I was keen on the whitest of whites to match the trimmings on the house, but luckily Graham convinced me to go off white. It would have ended up looking like a beacon otherwise and burnt your eyes to look at it in the midday sun.
Painting is a hideous task at the best of times and this wasn't really any different. It didn't take as long as we thought it would. Josh decided he wanted to stay home instead of going to his Dad's and so we had an extra pair of hands.
It's come up an absolute treat. Clappy hands all round.
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