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Sunday 9 August 2009

Watching paint dry. Oops my mistake!

I just hate women. Especially my wife at the moment.

"Can you paint the new fence at the bottom of the garden?"

Off I go down to B&Q and spend 30 mins looking at all the fence paints, of all colours, textures and manufacturers. (maybe we can hold a fence painting olympics).

Anyway I choose Antique pine silk, and rush home to begin this labour of love.

3 hours later I have finished. (It's a long fence at chateau filthy engineer)

The question I'm asking is: Why did she wait till after I'd finished, to tell me she wasn't happy with the colour?