Pete (the hero) turned up today and started helping Jem to replaster the downstairs of the house (which is currently a kinda crappy thick trowelled 70's affair that really don't suit a cottage built in 1790) .
I gotta be honest, it doesn't bother me any where near as much as it clearly offendeds the good lady wifes sense of the aesthetic. Still, I'm not genetically disposed to care about home furnishings so I'll nod and smile.
I just got in from work and, frankly, I have never seen as much mess in a fully furnished home...
...ah well, akin to moving house, things like this mean an inoperable kitchen so likely to be Georges fish and chips for tea :-)