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Yeah, I have had nightmares about the renovation of my old flat ending up in disaster. I dreamt that the guy painting the rooms and repairing the cat's scratchmarks had ripped the wallpaper into pieces and had nailed a red suitcase (?!) filled with something alive against the ceiling. The place was also filled with dust and spiderwebs. When the landlord entered the scene, I woke up.
How sick is that? All my mother's fault of course. She had told me that the painter had not worked properly, that she had seen it.
In fact, as I saw today, he had done a great job. I could but pat his back (and of course pay loads of money) when I saw what he had done to the place. I am not worried any more. The landlord will love the hole he calls a flat next week. I will get rid of it, hurray!
To celebrate the day, I will embed another meretricious tune. I know everyone knows it is grand, but I need to state the obvious: That video is sheer brilliance (the famous song is anyway). Here's to the painter! Here's to the good times ahead! Here's to the master of melancholy, Mr. Cohen, who can bring happiness with a sad tune.