Slowlycatchymonkey

It was til Neil feckin diamond turned up

It’s the cheesy sing a long wo o oo, o e oo e ooo that finishes it

Got Waitrose to deliver it daaaarlink

Phase 2 Chicken beef and king prawn noodle soup

Phase 1

Hopefully her names not John and she’s not living on a prayer

Today has reached its only possible conclusion

Oi Bristol isn’t disturbed. oh yer forgot it is. Got the windows open, it’s Friday so we’re averaging about one set of sirens every 20 mins or so

Well I thought I’d get away without doing that like I usually do. So now all the cutting in is a much darker purple than the lighter one and mixing what left of the darker one with it aint gonna get it close to the cutting in colour. Also boy doesn’t want a lilac bedroom

Aaaaaargh fucking bloody bastard fucking Dulux fucking cunts. Never liked them premium price tag gloopy paints with barely acceptable pigment levels have just made their last bastid sale to this unsuspecting sap. Hmm this paint ‘Violet white’ (an off white with a very minor purple hue) is waaay darker than the large swatch, all this cutting in is… purple.. far too purple. Maybe it’ll dry much lighter? “Hey open the other tin I think they’ve put the wrong paint in this one.” Aaaaaaargh Cunts.

Right no avoiding it. Decorating time Laters.

I seriously hate that song. Having to grin and bear people singing at me for over 3 solid minutes is pants. I learnt to join in singing it loudly to get through it after going on holiday and the barman seeing me squirm when people started singing it at me.. so he played it EVERY SINGLE time we went in for a bit of apres for ten days on the trot

The disturbed personalities that make up those characters are now otherwise engaged spreading hateful bollox on the internet

Things are looking up, cos I have rewarded myself for the decorating I’m about to do with a chinese takeaway to be delivered this evening to the flat between 18.30-19.00 I’ll be smugly stuffing noodles down my gob relishing the idea that whatever idiotic holiday maker caravan accident has jammed the M5 this Friday isn’t one I’m stuck in Now wine or beer to go with

More feckin decorating. Really bored of it now. The boys have lost all enthusiasm so either I drive them and the project to completion or leave them to it. Leaving them to it will entail them living at home for a lot longer and I can see the peace and quiet I'm looking forward to slipping further n further away... where's mi overalls

I've spoken to concierge, they had a word with the man upstairs and arranged better weather over the flat next week.

I wouldn’t mind the painting so much if it didn’t always seem to involve so much prep work. Even Mr Slowly will offer to to a bit of rollering once there’s no danger of having to do anything else Right now my least favourite- stain blocking a brown grease coloured kitchen ceiling before it can even be painted. The sugar soap didn’t touch it. Tbh I don’t think one coat of stain block will be enough to hold it back. God I need a cup of tea and to be too busy to help next time

Not a chance. Temp he is fine so long as you don’t do physical work. Up n down a ladder, no thanks!

That’s just crazy, decorating is literally watching paint dry It’s the prep the does me in, takes 3 plus times more than the actual rollering.

Tis bastid warm decorating in this

No it’s bloody not I’m in Brizzle now waiting for the washing machine repair person and it’s definitely not sunny. Just as well Id be pretty pissy if I got sold a dummy on that Outside right now…..

The beautiful sunny day promised is looking distinctly unsunny, I was gonna go for a sun shiny ride and get some breakfast but this is the sort of overcast that lasts til lunchtime

Have been looking at routes to Brighton next week. Thinking of taking the BSA as Mr Slowly wants to try out a new luggage configuration meaning for the first time ever I will be carrying nothing except a bank card and my phone. Whoop whoop. Have even scouted out a pub with a view so if the weathers good (fatal words I know) there may even be a picture or two! No promises, pigs might fly