|09:01 pm - Handy man/ salty dog|
And lo! where there was deep red enamel paint inexpertly applied, as well as speckled linoleum cracking with age, there is modest greeny-grey-beigey vinyl tile in my upper hallway. Quiet and retiring, it looks like nothing at all, which makes the remaining patches of red (on the sill of the study, for instance) stand out the more. Shall have the man back to paint what can be painted and perhaps be happy with this part of my unsatisfactory house, at least.