mad_andy

Goddamn, I hate decorating.

Anyway. I fell asleep on the bed and didn't get to go shopping for all the stuff we'd need - no bad thing, actually. Slay and I went after he got home and we picked up all the usual shit; wall washing kit, paper scraper, tester pots etc etc etc. Didn't get a big scraper because we've got a wallpaper steamer, which we bought ages ago in a fit of enthusiasm. I asked Slay to go get it while I washed a bit of paintwork to slap the test colour on.

Tell me. How do you lose a wallpaper steamer? It's a honking great big piece of equipment.

Maybe we lent it to someone.

So tomorrow, chaps, I'm sponging the old paper with soapy water in an effort to get it off, and probably trying to stop the dog giving me a hand. *Groan* And, since the guy I bought the house from was a cheapskate and a bodger, he'd put the wallpaper straight on to bare plasterboard - which means an extra layer of paint before we can put the coloured stuff on.

The first person to seriously suggest more fucking wallpaper dies. Painting is bad enough.

I loathe decorating. But guess who's going to end up doing most of it?