We live in a house.
We live in a big old house.
We live in a big old house with high ceilings.
We live in a big old house with high ceilings that hasn’t been painted for at least 20 years.
We live in a big old house with high ceilings that hasn’t been painted for a least 20 years with the exception of the kitchen which has been half painted and Zara’s room which was painted a few years ago and took me two agonising and loooong days to paint and still looks like crap.
And did I mention that the outside was thoughtfully over-bricked (if there is such a thing) by a thoughtful greek builder in the 70s and that the bricks are. Ahem. Mission brown.
So I phoned a painter the other day and this morning he arrived to give me a quote.
Oh. My. God.
You know when someone is looking at you, and not quite looking at you and blinking a lot, and thinking about what they say and trying to sound intelligent, and how you just KNOW they are not being honest – and then you don’t know whether to believe them or if they are just perhaps not very confident and you are reading them all wrong.
You know that?
Well that’s what he gave out, and the quote was for upwards of $2,500 each room. And he will get back to me with something on paper.
And that’s not even the outside.
All I want is a white wall or two….. I think I’m stuck with a crap house for a few more years….