Umi Sushi's Profile

I need a beautyrest mattress.

I love the sense of doing those tricky, dirty, unfun household jobs in company. Fallen behind because of flu but feeling good about what I've achieved so far.

We all have flu. It's gonna me, the husband and children in our pjs, drinking honey and lemon on the sofa watching Cars on DVD.

Had never considered it before but pretty much every painting, poster, print in our house makes me smile, especially the photo wall of family pictures going down the stairs. The only picture in the house that doesn't make me smile is a very strong red and black abstract painting over the fireplace done by an artist friend. It definitely makes me think - mainly I wonder what was making him so mad while he was creating it!

Blogging about the January cure here. http://umisushimakes.blogspot.co.uk/2013/01/new-year-new-house.html Am pretty overwhelmed by my list but the flower buying helped soften the blow.

The mopping, hoovering task is well timed. My son was diagnosed with asthma today and from here on in it's daily floor cleaning. Glad to be doing the first day in company - sort of. Good to find out about green cleaners too. Hate it when the house feels like the aftermath of a chemical bomb x

There is NOTHING you can do to make those red wine vomit tiles look good. We have the same problem only with the bonus of bouquets of flowers decorating the odd random tile. Buy a gorgeous shower curtain and bath mat in colours you love. Don't even try and coordinate and save your pennies for an eventual revamp. Anything more is like putting lipstick on a pig.

When I first met my husband he told me about the creepy scene he had discovered in a hidden room in his ground floor flat a year after moving in. He was doing some DIY and knocked a hole in the kitchen wall by mistake. He peered through and found a dark space filled with cobwebs. He got a torch, enlarged the hole and climbed through.

His apartment was L-shaped and the space was the recess of the L. It was a huge area and at the far end was a shabby deckchair facing two long mounds of earth. There were old pre-war cigarette packets on the floor by the chair.

Eventually my husband converted the space and he assured me he dug down and there were no bodies. I don't think he dug too deep though. I lived in the flat with him for a year before we moved on. the story always spooked me but it was a very happy sunny place, no bad atmosphere. We put the cigarette packets under the floorboards before we went.