An exciting day today in transforming a corner of a grotty mill into a sanctuary of creativity – the floor got painted. And rather lush it is looking too. There was a classic ‘Some Mothers do ‘ave ’em’ moment at the end when Aly foolhardily decided to re-enter across the wet floor to retrieve the paint tin lid. It turns out that wet oil-based paint on a smooth floor has NO FRICTION what so ever and within half a second she was flat on her face sliding across the floor like a human curling stone. As no purchase could be achieved on the floor, she had to crawl out, covered in paint with a sore elbow. Shamefully, there were expletives.