Painters

The painters have invaded my house. They are painting the outside, the windows and the front door, but they have decided to try and do as much as they can from the inside. That might have something to do with the wind and the rain. The experienced painter, Philip, the one in charge generally works on the inside while his helpmate, a Scotsman called Brian, is stuck on the scaffolding outside for much of the time.

Brian is nice but not very experienced, and so far he has managed to break a window and to sand the inside of one of the windows instead of the outside, much to the annoyance of Philip, who ends up with a lot of extra work. Philip likes to chat. He talks about his travels, to Southeast Asia and to Mount Everest, and about social politics. He's very charming, and he knows it. He doesn't mind starting a little flirtation late in the afternoon, and he does it very well. It did make me smile.

Today they finished the windows, or as much as they could, the final layer. That meant the windows had to be open all day. I was at work in the living room, with the windows open, and 15 C outside. It definitely isn't summer anymore. Well, they're nearly finished now, so we'll be alright for another winter, and I'll have some peace and quiet again next week. And I'll have warm feet...