Brushing Up

I now have an appreciation of those amazing contortionists that somehow squeeze themselves into the smallest of boxes.  

Today, was painting day in the smallest room in the house.  I (somehow) had to squeeze my ample 6 ft frame into a room no larger than me stretched out, painting skirting, architraves and door (as well as ceiling and window).  It's no wonder I ache tonight, having to contort myself to reach around the toilet pan, making sure I didn't get any paint on the floor.  The only saving grace is that with a room that small there isn't much wood to paint!

By the end of the day, Storm Freya had arrived so I resigned myself to another E.B.