Took the day off to get on with some decorating. Did a final coat of emulsion on the wall and set to peeling the masking tape off the ceiling edge and the woodwork. GAH! It’s pulled all the painstakingly applied paint off the ceiling, so i now have to do that again.
Drove to B&Q to get some bits and return some bits. Get stuck in traffic, the girl at the returns counter took an age to process my returns and then on the way home I realised i forgot to get some wallpaper scissors….but theres a local hardware shop that should still be open…
Pull into car park near home to drop some clothes off at the charity shop and a woman reverses into my car hard enough to shunt it back about a foot while i have my hand on the horn and then proceeds to drive off (fairly swiftly). I chase after her and she eventually stops after much tooting and flashing of lights. She gets out with a look of complete surprise asking whether she hit me as she didn’t feel anything (so why did she think she had hit me?) and then told me she thought she’d hit the kerb…..
The delay in sorting this mess out meant that the hardware shop where i wanted to get the forgotten wallpaper scissors from was just closed as i got to it!
Pretty minor stuff in the scheme of things, but bloody hell it has put me in a right mood…sorry, poor rant I know!