Modern Art

In a moment of weakness yesterday I agreed to help Amelia paint her bedroom. I've never liked all the blue she painted it a few years ago. Marc made it clear he wasn't getting involved, so we can be as slapdash as we like, so we were good to go. Within an hour of my promise, we had purchased paint and cleared her room, and today has been spent painting. Please, no comments on the state of the cutting in. Second coat tomorrow evening.

Back to work tomorrow. Cry every time, as Amelia would say.