I hate decorating
Well I think I have finished. It's taken me all day, but the room is done. I spent an agonising hour or so thinking I was going to run out of paint (such a pain to have to go out to B&Q again) but I made it, albeit somewhat thinkly spread. I've painted the ceiling too light a colour, I should have gone a shade or so darker and it would have looked a lot better, but it's only a spare room and I can't be bothered fixing it.
Now all I have to do is go to Ikea and get beds, then grovel to my bro to put them together, because after all I wouldn't want to sleep in any bed I'd put together, it would probably fall apart during the night.
The conversation should go something like this:
Me: Do you want to send your daughters to stay with me?
My bro: When can you take them?
Me: As soon as you finish putting the new beds together *g*
Now to do some writing.
Now all I have to do is go to Ikea and get beds, then grovel to my bro to put them together, because after all I wouldn't want to sleep in any bed I'd put together, it would probably fall apart during the night.
The conversation should go something like this:
Me: Do you want to send your daughters to stay with me?
My bro: When can you take them?
Me: As soon as you finish putting the new beds together *g*
Now to do some writing.