I finally found the will power to start some decorating, I've booked the week off and started in earnest. Jumped fresh as a daisy out of bed bright and early at 11.15 am and had a shower, then some breaky, read the paper, scratched my arse... oh bugger, off to Wickes, £20 for a couple of cans of paint should do it... Oh and some brushes, some filler, and that scrapy thing, oohh and gloves great idea. To the check out - £74.68 please... Ouch.
It was nearly 2 O'clock before I actually started doing anything. First thing to do is cover everything with sheets to protect... oh stuff that I'll just be careful, I hardly ever spill anything.
I painted one wall in a half-arsed fashion and it was looking way darker than the highly misleading sticker on the can, mmm should have got a tester pot, but they're for wussies, it'll be reet, plough on. Eight hours and three coats later it was looking great, for a camoflaged refugee camp. I know! I'll do the chimney breast in 'Plum Crazy' to liven it up a bit. Not my best ever idea I'll admit, and as I sit here covered in a fine mist of emulsion, aching all over, i'm ashamed to say that I've made my living room look a bit like an accident in an ice cream factory. I'll have to rectify it tomorrow, or lie to everyone that sees it and say some burglars did it to be cruel.
I finally pulled off the best April fools day prank ever, on myself it seems.
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