You’re right. Hardly worth making a fuss over is it?
Its not so much the work, its the contents of upstairs being downstairs for two weeks akin to this:
haha...humbebrag, not heard that before!
<span style="font-size: 0.8rem;">Yeah, some walls are being painted, whoop, look at me doesn’t that make me, er…. normal</span>
You’re right. Hardly worth making a fuss over is it?
Don't try and worm your way out of it, you mentioned carpets too! 😮
you mentioned carpets too!
I know I know, we're having a carpet! YAAAAS I've made it to upper middle class!
Its OK, my man cave isn’t as posh as most:
meh, at least you have a mancave.
#fouryorkshiremen
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Some of us work hard to find the money because we’ve nether the time nor skill to do some things, thats why tradespeople exist Molgrips.
I wasn't taking the mick out of you paying a tradesperson. No problem with that. I'm saying something good is happening to you, you should be happy about it.
Woodwork has needed doing for about 7 years in our house, and the carpet's totally ****ed. And yet, there it still is. If it gets painted, it'll be me that has to do it, and I ****ing hate painting. In fact I hate DIY.
Basically, count your blessings. You could be having mess everywhere and having to spend your own evenings doing it to boot.
#passivaggressivehaus
Oh, very well done!
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Annnnd we’re done. I should have known better than to schedule this at the end of 4 months winter training and at the end of a sales quarter, but looking good now. Time to spend the weekend putting the upstairs contents back where they belong and de-stressing
Its been tricky. Although the painter and decorator ultimately came good, he spent 10 days moaning and huffing around the house calling my name every 15 mins for a decision, it began to wear thin. Got worse when yesterday the carpet was laid - very well and quickly by a local family owned place - and the doors wouldn’t open. To be fair he came back and planed them, but not before moaning about it which tipped Mrs K over the edge and he suffered the wrath.
I spent yesterday in a local social services refuge, and as said above it sometime pays to realise how lucky we are that our definition of a moment of pain is actually quite minor compared to some peoples daily issues.
Bikebouy, I hope everything’s going forward/well for you.