This weekend I painted some chairs. This was not a well considered spot of diy-ing. No, rather the case that I awoke on Saturday with
the notion that our wooden chairs would look better if a different colour.
So I got up, went to the diy-shop, purchased paint, returned
home and set about the task.
I understand that this is not the done thing with diy-ing. There
is apparently planning that needs to
take place. Dust sheets to buy and sensible painting clothes to adorn.
And so it is that I now have four newly painted chairs. And
very nice they look too. I also have paint in my hair, all over my arms and a
few spots on my clothes.
Oh, and there is a fair amount of paint on the patio too.
The Boyfriend comes outside and notices the large smears of
paint on our slate patio.
“It’s fine” I say confidently. “Going to get some wire wool
on it tomorrow.”
“Would it be fine if I’d done that?” he asks with a smirk.
I am silent. We both know the answer to that one.
