The house is still kicking my ass. I worked on it for another four hours last night, getting sweaty and dirty again, and it finally started to look better. I am finally starting to have more space in the bedroom, which was desperately needed. I still have random stuff shoved into boxes in different places around the house, but I managed to get two rooms looking habitable and scrubbed both the bathrooms while I was about it. I obtained some quotes regarding deep cleaning, plastering and painting of my worst room and they are all way too expensive, I could go back to Corfu for that kind of money. So it looks as though I will be doing it myself. Plastering up some holes can’t be that hard, can it. And it’s all useful skills.
Then I jumped in the shower and then my lovely Greek friend Socrates came over and kept me up all night with the result that I got all sweaty yet again and have suffered a persistent hangover all day today. God damn. Just to finish things off, I have to go out this evening. I need coffee. I am so not staying out late tonight. A quick dinner then back home to bed.
Maybe I could persuade Socrates to do the renovations for me. He’s got to be good at more than one thing. 1 Home point.