After being asked what expenditure I had laid out on the light green can of paint the Lady seemed pretty happy (and relieved) as I took out the roller and tried to recall either (a) DIY programs showing you how to paint or (b) how my father painted a wall. Nothing came to me - except the Cowboy and Red Indian paper I had for 18 years in my bedroom as a child. Even when we moved.
I did a good job - I got rid of that hangover-hell purple - but the colo(u)r didn't quite come out the soothing green she was expecting. More like disco citrus.
Pity as painting was something I never hoped to do again. Back to see my octogenarian friend at the weekend.
I don't think I quite have the DIY gene nor want it.
Posted by Guy Brighton on August 8, 2004 at 02:19 PM
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