It's done; the spare room is now neutral yellow, thank goodness. I could go on about how I was suffering from a dreadful cold all weekend, and how the job was only completed due to my bravery and iron will...but I won't.
A trip to Ikea proved pointless, but then what were we thinking going on a Sunday afternoon anyway? Shoogley changing tables and a lack of measurements left us failing in the wardrobe department. And people kept bumping into us, desperate fill their trolleys with stuff they don't need and would never normally buy, infected by the "it's so cheap we'd be daft not to" mentality. Stalking through the crappy sofas with murderous intent is not a good way to relax. All we got for our trouble was a blackout blind and two packets of Scandanavian sweets.
So, 47 days to go. I'm off to camp with P5 at the end of this week, then it's the Scottish Motorcycle Show this weekend. After that we will move to yellow alert and Lorna, the car and I will maintain closer contact at all times.