At about the 3/4 way mark I ended up in hospital with pre-term labour (seems heavy duty DIY, running after an active toddler and eight months pregnant in mid-summer wasn't really a great combination...) and then when I got out a month later I had a clingy 2 year old and was on bed-rest... then we had a newborn and a toddler... then we had two active kids... then we started spending more time doing up the outside of the house... then we got a woodfire and started spending all our free time hauling, cutting, splitting and stacking wood- and then sitting by the fire slothing it... and then...
So it has been five years since we stopped painting. And we stopped halfway up the staircase. For five years there has been a weird halfway mark where the nice clean painted wall peters out into glitter-velvet-porridge with cat scratches and worrisome stains...
Sick of waking up of a morning and walking out into such a miserable corridor I bought paint, K dragged out the painting kit from storage and we got to it. We now have a lovely lemon yellow corridor.
Well half of one.
We ran out of paint.
I refuse to leave it another five years before we finish the last square metre of hallway.
But I'm teaching tomorrow night, I have a PTA meeting Friday, I'm away for the weekend...
K has aikido Monday.... perhaps Tuesday??