Well, the yellow is on its way out hereabouts. The sitooterie will shortly follow into a similar blue shade, though the terra cotta coloured flooring won't change. So far, Martyn's treatment of the gap between the French windows and the floor seems to be keeping the slugs at bay. The carpet is a little less mottled than we thought when we chose it, so will probably be no less susceptible to marks than its green predecessor. Oh well, it's bought and paid for now, so we'll just need to get used to it. Letting down and ironing the curtains made for a pretty substantial project, involving a dozen or so square metres of ironing, and about six metres of hemming the heavy canvas. I think said fabric must have been designed to withstand thermonuclear attack, so do not expect to see fine sewing: I did at least manage to keep the curtains free of blood... Still, they hang well, and go nicely with the blue walls.
As I was working my laborious way along them, a memory came back to me. At primary school, the girls' sowing and knitting was inspected every so often by a ghastly old witch called Miss Geddes, who was sent on the rounds of the schools by the education committee. She had a vicious tongue, and would often unravel several rows of knitting in front of the whole class if it did not conform to her standards. My sowing efforts of the last couple of days would probably have earned me a thrashing. The boys were spared the ordeal, however, being also spared sowing and - largely - knitting (can't remember what we did while the girls were knitting and sowing: surreptitiously playing pontoon or reading the Beano, I suspect...).
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