No, not a description of me the night before last
(my birthday - when actually I was tucked up under two blankets with nothing stronger than a weak cup of tea as we went out for a pub lunch and my tummy objected to something I ate...)
but of the current state of our bedroom.
Stripped of the yucky grey carpet (this bit looks okay because it was under the bed. The rest of it was flattened through 20+ years of being trodden on and had picked up lots of tea, coffee and food stains last year when Mr U-t-B was flat on his back in there for weeks on end with his slipped discs and I kept tripping over him or the mattress on the floor when adminstering to his nutritional needs!)...
Gone to make way for the floorboards, which, once sanded, we hope will be attractive, and cut down on Mr U-t-B's allergies (gosh - he sounds a right old crock, doesn't he?)
Stripped of the narrow pair of wardrobes that were built in the alcoves either side of the chimney breast, which allowed each of us two short rails running the opposite way to normal hanging rails for our clothes, and may well be to blame for the fact that neither of us would win any prizes in the sartorial elegance competition...
Gone to make way for a new, deeper pair of wardrobes, complete with Ikea metal frames and drawers and 'secret' extra storage behind the false wall we created rather than having the wardrobes stand proud of the chimney breast.
(Don't worry - the doors which we are
too tight-fisted to change thriftily re-using, will be painted!)
Stripped of the woodchip wallpaper on the ceiling (put up maybe thirty years ago to prevent the ceiling from coming down!)
Gone to make way for a new, plastered ceiling, ready now for coving...
And stripped of all vestiges of wallpaper, to make way for the Sanderson's one I finally chose and ordered last week...
All those deliberations on grey, eau-de-nil, green, red, and I went neutral in the end!
Big cheers for my clever, not-much-of-a-crock-at-all husband, for all his hard work so far!