*Groan*

I spent most of yesterday painting the kitchen, quite a job with only a chair to stand on and a couple of cupboards handy for climbing to reach the roof. I'm not sure if I like the results or not. The walls are now a buttery creamy colour. Being a small space, I'm not sure if this or the previous white walls are better.

But one thing I DO know is that I have muscles aching in places they haven't for years...! Sitting for a few hours at work doesn't help matters - they only stiffen up even more. So I've taken to getting up to do things in batches - check for snail-mail, photocopy, loo, coffee - while I'm up I may as well do everything I can.

There's still the bathroom to go - which requires some serious scraping to get rid of old peeling paint. I tapped at one section of wooden skirting board yesterday and found it completely rotted through, but I dare not remove it, as the linoleum ends a few centimetres from the wall at the base of the wood.

If I feel like this after a mere day's painting, I don't want to know what the bathroom is going to do to me! I'm considering hiring a nice young muscular dude to help out. I'll grab something cold to drink, pull up a chair and shout encouragement while happy-snapping away with my trusty Minolta.

Anyone in the area care to volunteer their help? :)