Saturday, 19/5/12.

We’ve been back in the second bedroom today in yet another attempt to make it not look like a bomb has gone off. Thorpe skimmed the shit wall and I painted the sort-of shit wall and various flaky patches with an undercoat and tomorrow I’ll check to see how it’s dried. If the paint is still flaking I’m just going to abort the painting completely and let Thorpe decide what he wants to do. I’m completely fed up of it all now. Too much effort and nothing to show for it. 

I haven’t done much today. We popped out this morning to run some errands, then came home and cracked on with the bedroom, and we’ve just eaten steak for dinner. Thorpe’s gone over to a mate’s to watch the Starcraft league final (Jesus, just when I thought he couldn’t get any nerdier) so once again I’ll probably just get in my jammies and watch Life on Blu-Ray. 

Last day of my holiday tomorrow. Sigh.