I've had the real Monday Blues this morning. As you well know, and I'll try not to dwell and moan about how awful it is too much, I'm finding it fairly difficult in the house at the moment. Mondays are the worst. We get back to some normality over the weekend and then my peace is disturbed with a bang again come Monday morning.
So without dwelling on the bad any longer, with our 5 steps back and one step forward, every now and then something wonderful happens. The walls done in our bedroom was one giant and fantastic step forward. I am taking much solace from being in there, despite it still full of contents from other rooms that are still waiting their turn.
And just when I was feeling thoroughly rotten this morning, with all the project managing that needed handling, the decorator called me up to show me some exceedingly old wallpaper that he'd revealed while stripping the top inner landing. How amazing is this?
You hope that when you live in a house this old you'd discover some long lost original features. (Matthew is hoping for an original tiled floor in the hallway - I think he may be a tad disappointed)
Beneath it all, I am quite easily pleased. Yes, I'm exceedingly pissed off with sharing my life at the moment, but one little revelation like this and I'm all upbeat again. It truly is stunning and am chuffed to bits that it has been revealed. I'm just wondering how we can preserve it and not cover up this little patch again. Any ideas?