The Beast was hoping for a slothful evening of yawning and scratching in front of the TV , perhaps , periodically rousing oneself to feast on tasty morsels from the fridge and quaff a foaming tankard of orange squash or two .
Sadly , my plans were scuppered by a demanding call from Cafe C .
Mr C had decided to redecorate , and it had to be done NOW . I was expected to present myself , pretty damn sharpish or there would be hell to pay .
The one quibble I have about decorating is, I NEVER get to do the glamorous rollering , I always get stuck with the tedious cutting in/ edges .
I dream of one day being allowed to roller......I imagine its heavenly .
***Gazes wistfully into the middle distance***
Anyway (Piggies favourite word) , the edging brush I was provided with was rubbish , If Van Gogh ( Natemare insists its Rembrandt but that's because he is an IDIOT) had to contend with equipment like this , its no wonder the blighter hacked off his ear in frustration , it was like trying to get a sharp edge using a feather duster , however we struggled on .
After about 5 hours of excruciating daubing we finally slapped the last coat of 'London Mud' (That's a colour , its not a wattle and daub hut) on the last wall .
I have to say the colour combo Of London Mud ,plus a dark and brooding Mauve and a refreshing white with a hint of lemon on opposing walls and insets , looked very fresh and sophisticated .
Cafe C is now suitably refreshed for the fast approaching Summer season.
I wish the same could be said of the 'previously enjoyed' ragged old Beast :-(