Needless to say - being one of those white-loving persons - we hardly moved in before we began to paint. The first weekend after our move, Darling went to a festival (that was planned long before we bought the house) and I invited my friend S and my mum over to help me paint.
It was almost 30 degrees C outside and the sun was shining, but we resisted the temptation and kept on painting - even if it meant that we had to dilute the paint with water because of the heat.
In retroperspective, I think we did quite a good job! (Although, as I am writing this two years later - I wish I hadn't rushed quite that much and been more careful around the power outlets.)