Not again

When the wife says she is going to do some decorating, I feel the urge to run for the hills. I love her dearly but she is a deluded soul when it comes to thinking she is actually good at it.

She may well get a bit narky when she sees the above statement but we still have paint on the door from when she attempted the living room several years ago.

The inevitable mishaps happened before she had even unpacked her paint brushes. She announced, whilst walking through the front door, that she had spilt a "little" paint on the drive but not to worry as the rain will wash it away. Today's blip is of that "little" bit of paint.

For some reason she then disappeared upstairs to get stuck into her decorating whilst muggins stood in the cold, wind and rain trying to get rid of our new drive way decoration.

Eventually I was close to blowing my top so demanded she got her sorry backside outside to help out. Next thing I know, she was filling the wheelie bins with water and tipping them over the drive. This worked wonders. Instead of having a patch of paint, I now had a a whole bloody driveway of it.

Overall, and despite the occasional corner cutting, the girls room looks pretty impressive. Shame the driveway doesn't;)