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3:23pm on Monday, 6th August, 2018:
This face, left where I removed a speaker from the wall, may have been smiling yesterday morning. He wasn't once I pulled his eyes out with a pair of long-nosed pliers and my wife painted over him with undercoat, though.
Our front room remains in the state of disarray it has enjoyed for a couple of months now, while my wife's master plan for making it look contemporary grinds its way to completion. So far, we've had a new fireplace installed, the ceiling and two walls replastered and the radiators taken away. At noon today, council workers came and carted off a sideboard and a bureau (which they just threw in the back of their crusher — so much for recycling). Maybe two weeks from now, my wife will paint the room, then she might get someone in to install new skirting boards, then we'll need a patch of floor where there used to be a hearth boarded up, and by then she may have decided what replacement radiators to get installed. After that, then it'll be time for a new carpet. I don't know what she's planning on doing to replace the sideboard and bureau but that'll need sorting, too, as we currently have what used to be in them lying around in boxes. Finally, she'll have to determine where to put the TV — a question that has been dogging her for the five or ten years it took for her to decide that the room needed redecorating.
I said yesterday that it still won't be finished by Christmas. My wife seemed to think this amusing, but I don't know whether that's because she expects it to be done well before then or more like sometime around Easter.
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