All Done

As the wind blew in through gaping windows and as the last fluid ounces of paint was spread I was stopped by some thrilling news.
The 'X' Factor is back!
Returning to a small screen near you on the 22nd August will be the over blown judges, the very professional and gorgeous Dermot O'Leary and the singers. And I cannot wait.
This year there's gossip surrounding the possible inclusion of Mr Roberto Williams, who I feel, will steal the show, the headlines and the screams from other less interesting people. But that's showbiz for ya. After all who wants to sit and be made comatose by a dullard. Bring on the real star of the show that's what I say.

So after the paint was eased on, then lashed on, then laughed on, we ate six cream crackers and some cake. And as the crumbs clogged up me teeth I could see the finishing line in what has to be the longest most marathon stint in decorating history. But the end was a-coming.

The end.
What a beautiful word to all those wielding brushes in their underwear and bad plimpsols. By 6 p.m. it was done. All that was needed now was some spicy chicken and a little sit down then the real decorating could begin with silk blooms, wooden cats and new curtains. The artist in me was running wild you see with visions of a new more clean cut front room but not one with no ornamentation at all, after all that wouldn't be me. So as we sat awkwardly watching a programme on Channel 4 about God, my eyes darted around the smelly painted room like an excited child thinking where I could put my giant Chinese teapot:)
By the leaf green sweet dish. I think...