Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that this particular phrase usually means something completely different than how I mean it now. Normally for me it means that its that time of the month (she says in a discreet whisper, fully aware that the menfolk like to pretend that that particular phenomenon is the stuff of myths).
But..... on this particular day, when I say the painters are in, I mean the painters are in. They are just arriving at the carriage house for a day of painting. I can see them out my window and have watched them hauling their equipment up the stairs, some of them in their shorts. It may just be a nice day.
Not that I'm sexist or anything.