Painting.

It's been warm today. occasionally sunny but mostly grey. 

Not that I have spent much time outside as today I have been painting. Peter had brought me home a tine of the paint I needed (£30 for 2.5L, paint's not cheap these days.) so I was able to get on with the long drawn out painting of the woodwork.

Of course I couldn't just paint over where the offending oily knots had been, tempted as I was but needed to paint whole door frames and most of the skirting boards in the main part of the house. And as any white paint does yellow slightly over the years I have to admit it all looks a lot fresher.

It will need a second coat which possibly will get done tomorrow but then that will be another job I can tick off my mental list.

While I was doing that Peter took the car to the garage to have the clutch fixed. It had got to the point where the clutch was right at the top so we didn't know how long before it gave out entirely. I'll admit that might be down to me driving with my foot resting on the clutch which I know isn't good for the car. The mechanic also repaired a part of the suspension so the car should be fine when next it goes for its MOT. 

Walking around the garden I saw a busily working white tailed bumble bee,

 

a small butterfly sheltering in the leaf of an arum lily and a fly/bee? resting on an ox-eye daisy.

Just got home from choir. The new clutch takes a bit of getting used to. Despite Peter's dire warnings I didn't stall the car though it was a bit hippety hoppety at times.