Crazy, happy painters

The man who stripped and polished our floors came back to paint the walls. Hard to find a nicer, more helpful person, full of ideas for mending, patching and improvising, but unfortunately, his imagination outstripped production by quite a bit. He and his equally nice helper finally called it a day at 11 pm, leaving a number of bits and pieces undone. He's off to another job tomorrow and I have my work cut out to get the furniture back in the room and everything shipshape for our first guests, arriving Saturday morning. Can it be done?

And despite our best efforts, the wall are the wrong blue now - I can see myself doing some repainting somewhere down the line.