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High on Solpadene and Radio Four, I have tackled the spare room which is now pleasingly skimmed with some Polyfilla stuff that does the job of plaster without the angst and pain of the actual horrible powdery red-stuff you mix in a bucket and gets everywhere and... yuk. No. Polyfilla-stuff's a dreadful price - but nothing like as dreadful as employing a bona-fide plasterer. To paraphrase Father Ted, it takes the misery out of plastering a wall.
Mark has sugar-soaped the bedroom and we're now good to go with the painting tomorrow.
My back feels loads better - not sure if that's the result of the stretching and bending or just the Solpadene. Time will no doubt tell.
So I'm all showered and shiny and back on the sofa. I suppose I should start thinking of rustling up some dinner in a bit but not until I've got on the outside of a glass of much-needed wine. (o:
Mark has sugar-soaped the bedroom and we're now good to go with the painting tomorrow.
My back feels loads better - not sure if that's the result of the stretching and bending or just the Solpadene. Time will no doubt tell.
So I'm all showered and shiny and back on the sofa. I suppose I should start thinking of rustling up some dinner in a bit but not until I've got on the outside of a glass of much-needed wine. (o:
accomplished
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