"We won't need gloss. The skirting's white"

No. We've dicovered its not white. Its the bastard lovechild of cream and magnolia.

So painted the skirting. Which means I've had to paint the door frame. Which means Im covered in gloss.

I've drawn the line at the door.

Lifted the lino to lay the new tiles. Only to discover a HeeeeYUUUUGE damp patch from where the waters ran behind the lino and soaked the floor. So now we have to wait for that to dry before we can lay the lovely black tiles.

Paul makes rubbish coffee.

I think the walls are still blue. I'm trying not to think about it. **sobs**