Bear blog

This weekend I have scrubbed, scraped, washed, hung, draped, swept, brushed, hoovered, bagged, binned, varnished, bleached, aired, cleared, weeded, shopped, cooked, tagged, hefted, carted, carried and generally been a harried domestic type.

 

And yet I have achieved nothing.

 

We didn't get any more wallpaper off.

Nor any up.

And the porch still hasn't had its last coat of paint.

 

We went to B&Q yesterday on a mission to pick up a few bits and see about getting a new kitchen door. The door we wanted wasn't in stock, and Pete spilt a tin of varnish all over everything and everyone. The entire shop stopped what they were doing and looked at me as if to say 'why did you let him do that?' (the shop-assistant laughed and told us Pete was number 7 that day). Then we saw that the tiles we wanted to do the kitchen floor with (six months to a year in the future) were ludicrously barginous for one day only and Pete had to fork out stupid money to load 30 boxes of the things into the van and cart them all home where they will now sit and get in the way until we have the money to pay for a man to come and put them under foot.

 

Bah.