As I recall, this expression used to mean you were being expelled from the house, or sent outside for a spanking, but in these politically correct days that is definitely not the case for me! I'm a good girl, really, painting the new wood shed in the backyard at our new house at Struan Farm. It's been built out of timber and recycled corrugated iron.
I did a coat of special primer paint first, have just finished a top coat of Karaka Green (yep, your basic farm green). On everything but the roof and flashings, that's for John since there's no way I can reach that on my little ladylike stepstool, it may actually require standing on the roof!
And as reported earlier this week, the mountain of firewood is now stored safely inside, waiting for winter. Clifford is guarding our stash, clearly.