My right hand
One and a half days of a long weekend....I have managed to give the Lounge ceiling one coat of white emulsion and the coving 3 coats.That was day one and twelve hours work! I think I seriously underestimate the time it takes me to do things.
I’ve tried to dismantle the built-in chipboard shelves & cupboard. My GOD, it was put together as a feat of engineering. Trying to dismantle it was more difficult than being one of Michael Jackson’s defense lawyers.
My hands are bleeding, I’ve broken two drill bits and all I can hear is Geri Halliwell blearing in the background and I’ve lost the energy to raise a hammer to the radio.
Not sure if I can be arsed to go to the quiz tonight, and thats if Nigel turns up before 8.30.
Speaking of whom, I found one of his thousands of writing pads after clearing out the bookcase. It fell open at a page with a clip in it to a poem he had written last year. It was a Valentine’s poem to his exboyfriend (I assume – as he dates everything he writes and it was before he met me, so I didn’t have to tear it up and burn it)
I read it. It made me smile.
Then it made me frown.
An unknown wayward exboyfriend gets a poem. I’ve never had a poem. I’ll have to write myself one, tell me how wonderful I am – that’ll cheer me up.
I look like a disgrace. Though I always feel better when I look a mess. If I tart myself up to look nice, ie Shave and Wash and wear some “nice” clothes, I feel like a fraud.
Anyway – I digress. I’ve got a ceiling to paint and holes to polyfill
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