My hands are killing me.
I am like an arthritic little old lady who has had too many gins and is grasping at straws.
These past few days, I seem to have become fused with a paintbrush and I have become one giant walking paint brush with bristles for fingers…
But as we now approach the close of the property renovation my “bristle fingers” have become replaced with cleaning cloths.
So it would appear I am a scrubber!
So without further ado – here is progress:
Until next time…
Ruth
I would offer to come and help you scrub but unfortunately my old knees just won’t make it.
The house looks great Sam, you’ve done a grand job.
Billy
Almost there Sam – great job been a pleasure to follow – hope u get ure sale price !