Spent the weekend slowly walking up and down the hallway and the back bedroom, then shuffling around on our hands and knees, then varnishing ourselves out of the front door.
Apart from the oddly nostalgic act of putting carrier bags over my feet (you mean everyone’s dad doesn’t have them help tarmac the drive wearing New York Times bags on their feet and oversized surgical gloves on their hands?) and the trendy eco floor varnish it wasn’t terribly interesting.
I still have half a hedgehog to finish, having miraculously speeded through the other four in a matter of two days as a result of a casual text message which mentioned that they were needed for Thursday. I even took it to work and did the first half in my lunchbreak, but now I just can’t muster the energy to get it done.
