This week

has so far been uneventful. Putting last weeks kipper escapade behind us, Paul and I had a quiet Sunday. I rattled about the house bored again on Monday, Redecorated mums bathroom on Tuesday. There was plastering of the ceiling involved, so I need to go back up again at some point, plaster the last wee bit and sand out the tramlines, and then paint the ceiling. Wee brother decorated it for a her a couple of eeks back. Now my mum is a purist and likes white bathrooms. Just white. She'll throw it out a wee bit and go for some coloured lino but thats as far as she'll cross the adventure line.

Wee bro painted it beige. I say beige think more tan. Tan emulsion. Everywhere, the walls, the ceiling, the doors, all the woodwork and he not only painted it tan/shitey colour he did it badly. There was paint all over the floor, the window, the toilet seat, and it was streaky. No second coat because he ran out of paint.

So after repainting the walls white, plastering the ceiling, painting all the woodwork, I then had to get down on my hands and knees and start chipping the paint off the lino, Bit by bit. With a brillo pad and a damp cloth. Fucking painful. Wee bro comes home and does his nut because he a) did a good job in the bathroom and b) he as going to replace the lino with red stuff. Red lino, in a tan bathroom. Oh. Oh dear.

After a brief argument which ended in my threatening to wallop him with mums wooden spatula if he didn't tidy his room, he ate all my ice cream nougats and declared that I'm an arsehole.

That may well be, but at least I'm an arsehole who can paint.

Out for lunch today, dunno what I'm doing tomorrow and hopefully Rock Band comes on Friday so will be able to drum on drumpads instead of air drumming. My cymbals and my base need work on their timing according to Paul.