I don't know if this is proverbial only in Scotland, but here we refer to an endless task as "like painting the Forth Bridge", since as soon as the painting is completed at one end, the painters have to start again at the other. However, no longer: a new, longer-lasting paint has been developed so that by the spring, it'll be finished and won't have to be done again for a few years.
So they say.
On the way home, I walked past this huge house that's being built fairly near where we live. I should say that our house is not far from a very posh area featuring mansions owned by millionaires. There was a very nice house here before, with swimming pool and all, but it was demolished and now this ridiculous great castley thing has been rising from the ruins.
As I passed, a young workman emerged, crossed the road (there's no pavement on the other side) and walked along near me. I engaged him in conversation and he said that the new owner had bought the previous house for £2 million and that the replacement was costing £6 million. I can quite believe this since the building has been going on for ages and it's huge.
I don't find it beautiful. And it seems very wasteful.
Was it later that day that Daughter 1 and I took Grandson to the supermarket? This is how I too feel about shopping.
Today we went to Dr Neil's garden at Duddingston Loch, but he didn't seem to be impressed by that either.
The weather has been discouragingly nice this week. I do hope it's not saving up its rain for Daughter 2's wedding next weekend.