Still Tired.

We all are. It isn't till you get home you realise how little sleep you've had. Dogs too.

Spent the day loading and unloading the washing machine. Drying clothes hanging everywhere.

The painting is finished in our bedroom. James, the decorator began hanging the paper. It did not go well.

Firstly he told me he did not have enough to do even one of the two walls I want papered. He (and his boss) has both previously told me I had enough. Then I tell him that one of the joins in what he has done so far does not line up properly. He is not happy with that comment. Then I say that this doesn't matter anyway as he has got the pattern repeat wrong. He denies it. I am adamant. He says that he is 'a million percent' sure its right. It is Vivienne Westwood's classic 'Squiggle' design (which is why I only had one roll of the stuff) so as a child of the '80's I know I am right and tell him so. Resort to google images. I am right. He has hung alternate pieces upside down. He is apologetic. I leave the room as he is slowly peeling it off.

A few minutes later I went to Londis. He was sitting in his van smoking cigarette looking ashen.

Two hours later he asked me to have a look at the bits he could do with the paper he had. Of the 5 strips he could hang 2 were not lined up right. The right way up this time but not exactly in line, there is a jump in the pattern. I point it out and say it needs to be redone. Once again I leave the room as he is peeling paper off the walls rather than sticking it on. I think he may kill me before we are done.

I ordered more paper. The £4.95 express delivery charge seemed like a bargain in comparison with the cost of the paper itself.