Tack attack

Given that I’m petite and Michael is tall, it seems logical that sanding and painting the skirting boards would end up being my job. It wasn’t so bad in the hallway where we have a nice wooden floor and it is a fairly easy job, but upstairs involves taking the carpet up and then shredding my fingers on carpet tacks (they look like they’ve been attacked by several small vampires) whilst trying to sand the skirting board down. Thank goodness for my father-in-law turning up with a small electric sander – much easier and results in less damage to my fingers.