I must say life is fascinating.

You never know what is just around the corner or what little wobbly life might throw in your path.

I decided today to some painting, wall paper stripping and more painting. There are two different types of painting because one is floor and the other is wall. Even then I could argue that the wall painting has to be subdivided yet again as Herself wants two colours. She’s been watching afternoon television again and is fixated on a “feature wall”. Feature my arse, but it’s her funeral if the room looks like a whorehouse.

So I vacuumed the floor for about the twentieth time and painted the last bit of floor as I hadn’t finished it before. I’m going to have to add a second coat a some point as the wall demolition somewhat spoiled my previous hard work.

I was having a wee break before starting on the wallpaper when Herself phoned me from the attic [I had forgotten to take the phone off the hook]. She wanted me to help her out of bed for something. This I did and then I turned my back for a second. There was a yell and a loud thump so I turned back and there was Herself prone on the floor. To cut a long story short, she is back in bed with no after-effects.

I went back to my break downstairs and the back gave a little twinge. It was the merest tickle but I have learned to translate that little twinge. Essentially what my spine is saying is “take one more bend of the back and I’ll have you on your fucking back in agony for the next six weeks”. I have learned the hard way to listen to that voice.

So now I am sitting here twiddling my thumbs and waiting for the wallpaper to fall off all by itself.

The blessings of a damp house!