It’s going to be all white

As you know, everything in this house is tar coloured before we attack it. Including the window’s doors, and boiler. They really are gross! We thought we would have to replace them all, but having inspected them, they are all really good quality and fairly new. Somehow, before I know it we have decided that we should try and clean them, it would save a fortune, and how hard can it be? Ian is doing lots of plumbing, electrics and plastering type jobs – none of which I can do, so that will be me then. Sugar soap, more sugar soap, a scraper for the joints and silicone sealant, then UPVC cleaner, then a bit more scraping, a bit of sandpaper for the really stubborn bits and the back door is looking good.

 On to the front door, there is a lot more of this one and to be honest I am not keen on it, well the door is OK, but the flowery glass pane, not so good, however we come to an agreement, if I clean her up, she will stay, so I get scrubbing. A whole day later, yes a whole 7 hours, and she is clean. Only the windows  and boiler to go!

As well as sorting out the house, we still need to do all the normal moving house jobs: registering with a GP, and for this house sorting out the Solar contract. The GP is my job, so as there is only one, it’s a simple process, fill in a form, and it’s done.  No ID is being checked in the Covid era – very different to the London registration process where proving your right to NHS treatment was like trying to gain access to a high security government building. They even print the forms and pop them in the post to us as we don’t have a printer. Making the most of the opportunity to have a break from scrubbing, I head off to take the forms back, through the park with a beautiful cliff view. It doesn’t get much better than this, really!

Then it’s back to the boiler, windows and a bit more kitchen electrics, where I get the chance to drill holes in the house and thread the new cables, it’s all glamour here.

As I’m cleaning the remaining kitchen window, I channel my inner Angel (with my boiler-suit on), I spot the original wallpaper and for a moment wonder if we can incorporate it into the décor. If you have ever been to any of our homes, you will realise this is clearly the influence of the chemicals I’m inhaling, but it was a momentary thought. Fortunately I didn’t say it out loud, Ian might never look at me in the same light again!