We have just recently sanded and varnished 2 floors in the house. One of them we are going to make into a lounge (see my former rant on the subject). OH is being wonderful about it all and being very gracious about having to move aerial cables from one side of the room to another and other technical stuff.
After sanding and putting 2 coats of varnish on the floor, it didn't have that silky feel that I wanted, more liked sandpaper, actually it would have saved me exfoliating my heels in the shower it was so rough (why have I got heels like elephant hide?). So, I got on my hands and knees with a block and some fine sandpaper and sanded the whole flipping thing, then dusted it all off, then varnished it all over again. My poor knees are aging at a rate of knots.
The dust this has all produced is unbelievable. OH says that he doesn't see it, but I do. I have no hairdressing today, so I am going to blitz the place.
I have really enjoyed renovating this house, and we would like to sell it next year and do another one. Actually, I just fancy choosing some new tiles and another kitchen and setting all my things out somewhere different! In my youth I lived in rented accomodation and would change all the furniture round often, when I had exhausted those options I would move house. It was great fun. I once lived in Peckham in South London (SE22) in a block of 1920's flats built round a courtyard. Most of the people in the block were involved in the music industry and we had a great time. I lived in 3 different flats in the block, and although I was skint really enjoyed living there.
I have been lucky enough to live some great places and have loved all of them. I do count my blessings (when I am not raving like a loony!).