Do you ever get an idea in your head and no matter what you do your brain keeps on returning to it? That is me right now with thinking about my dining table. In fact, if Ben got £1.00 for every time I said “dining table” to him in the last few weeks, he’d probably have enough money to emigrate and get away from me incessantly banging on about it.
Never mind the fact our bedroom still needs the final few details put in place, or that we’re in the middle of a major overhaul of the back garden. Never mind that the stairs and landing need re-plastering and painting, no, my brain is already thinking about the next few jobs to add to the list, namely decorating the spare room and sorting out the dining area.