New roof tiles - check.
Gorgeous new wooden floor laid by very clever husband - check.
And we finally decided on a colour to paint the outside of the house - and we are boring, personified. Warm beige. Maybe that's me all over - warm beige!
When it came to the crunch, the soft pale yellow that I loved was absolutely blinding in the sunlight - it might as well have been white. And the funky elephant grey paint was indeed dark and drab and depressing in the rain or on a dull day.
So brown it is. And actually, I quite like it now, after lambasting the idea two months ago!
Next job - carpet for stairs and three bedrooms. Then we might stop for a while. And pay for it all.
Of course, once a house has been updated, tarted up and is looking fab, it's obviously time to sell it. It seems whenever I get a house up to scratch, I then go and flog it and let someone else admire all my hard work. Stoopid. (Alternatively, they might think "who the hell chose this boring beige" and go in and paint it lilac.)