Sanding madness and tiles

Our sanity was stretched this morning as the wood grain came up overnight on all the kitchen units that we had thought were ready for painting! I spent an hour tackling the sanding alone and went back to the rental house for strong coffee and biscuits. An hour later we all returned armed with our new purchase: a detail sander. I wish we'd bought this a few days ago! The sander made light work of task and we could quickly start on the painting and calm was restored.

Dave, the tiler, started to work on the downstairs bathroom floor. Fortunately, there weren't too many cut-outs...

...so he had time to do the utility room floor as well! It was very fiddly with all the gubbins in there. He's going to move the water softener a bit tomorrow so he can tile under it. I like these cheap and cheerful tiles; they should hide some of those muddy footprints.

It was a rather dull day today, the painting is brain-numbing and the early mornings aren't great for the children (or me) but we keep on going. I am longing to see the kitchen come together. If we take a step back and look at the bigger picture we are all very excited. Like my friend Martha says; it's like a jigsaw puzzle, you get the outsides done and you think you'll never finish the middle pieces. Then suddenly you are on the final stretch. One month to go until we move in.