Wet paint

Sorry I've been so quiet lately. I'm very busy acquiring repetitive strain injuries via painting. The house, not pictures. But not to worry. As long as I keep mainlining the ibuprophen, I'll be fine. But it doesn't provide much blog fodder, house painting doesn't. Especially the wrought iron railing on the front steps. Eye-crossingly boring, that is. Three hours of eye-crossing boredom, to be precise. There was that one exciting moment when the wind blew my hair into the wet paint on the hand rail while I was painting the bit on the bottom, which will teach me to paint outside without wearing a baseball cap, but that's about it. Oh, and there's the bug wars, but the ants and spiders don't stand a chance against me. But those dandelion seeds are gonna be the death of me...

There's new pics up on Flickr, though, so amuse yourselves there whilst I finish painting.