Fifty Shades of Greige

Because blandness comes as standard

Last night hadn’t passed as I’d hoped. I had barely slept and each hour was marked by the church bell, one hour behind time. At first I thought I had dreamed that my alarm had gone off, because the 7am sky was non-committal, not the bright blue I had expected

And so, the word ‘greige’ surfaced, a word I originally learned from a very bouncy Etienne Daho song on my playlist back in Brussels circa 1991 (I still sometimes play it). I grabbed my phone again and checked for the exact translation of greige, which is ‘the colour of silk in its natural state, a light grey towards beige’

I might have said ‘muddy’

My phone reassured me that it was currently clear and that the day would get better. Of course, all that time spent awake during the night had encouraged doubts and thoughts of ‘what am I actually doing?’ to creep in, and I was glad to see that the sky had changed to clear azure as promised. I put those negative thoughts away. I had a lot to do

My day was spent stripping wallpaper and sweeping out the bulging fire grate in the ‘head in a bag room’, which is now ready for washing, filling and painting, and should probably be re-named before I get too used to calling it that!

The delivery I had been expecting all day didn’t arrive. I worked until I was filthy and exhausted and I could barely put a sentence together when Baz called. My clothes and I were by now fifty shades of greige so I took a shower at my rented apartment and recovered with a mint tea in the sun

The builders had left nothing but this cabinet in the bathroom. I can only assume that they thought I’d want to keep itIMG_5105I ‘took care’ of it as soon as they’d gone for the day

I was in the supermarket this evening with plenty of red wine in my basket (I absolutely have to sleep tonight) when the plumber called me. Just five minutes later we were back in the house talking waste pipes, British taps and toilet installations, and I am delighted to announce that thanks to their work we now have a cold water supply officially inside the house and that a basic bathroom will be installed within the next week or so

I must go now. I must sleep, and that wine won’t open itself

 

Author: poshbirdy

Art deco/ art nouveau maniac enjoying a deep and meaningful relationship with alcohol

13 thoughts on “Fifty Shades of Greige”

  1. It is truly weird what they think we might want to keep.
    Our plumber left the huge ugly and disgusting old toilet he took out carefully placed right in the middle of the cave and covered with a dust sheet. To be fair that is probably down to my occasional meltdowns at some real gem that “the boys” have decided to chuck away, demolish or cover up without asking me first….

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  2. ‘Greige’? I bet there’s a F&B paint called that – off to check.
    I hope you’re taking a bit of time to enjoy the lovely weather we’re having and that you managed to get some wine fuelled sleep.
    (p.s. there isn’t – I think there should be!)

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  3. That was so thoughtful of the workers, to spare that medicine cabinet….NOT. Good grief.
    I see that it was installed just not quite in line with the tiles.
    So many questions. Mostly: “Why?”
    Hope you got some shut-eye.

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