We have just renovated our first and last room. Never again. I have discovered the husband is far more skilled at watching 80s horror than painting (even I slapped the paint on more evenly and I was hepped up on painkillers stashed away since the c-section).
May I point out to all that
a) renovating is neither fun, therapeutic nor satisfying.
b) my preferred means of housekeeping (see Chaos Theory, The) cannot be appreciated fully while living in a series of boxes
c) the allure of takeaway falters after a week
d) renovating sucks arse
How do people renovate entire houses? You freaky masochists.
Amy Gray | Pesky Feminist 
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