Continuing on the Cork Park and Ride tale from yesterday. When we boarded our car to go back to West Cork. I noticed 'Woodies' DIY store. So I asked the one who must be obeyed to just nip round the corner and "we'll get some paint."
"What do you want some paint for?"
"To paint our bedroom. That's if it's cheap enough."
Sure enough we went down the slip road and ended up on the dual carriage way heading towards Ballincollig and West Cork. So we took another slip road and ended up in the middle of nowhere. So I said:
"Forget about it we are going home. I have had enough."
Last night we was watching some TV programme about Hotel Inspectors on Sky, who tell you to make your hotel/B&B into a boutique and spend a fortune on each room, have plastic surgery and charge a hundred quid a night for a bed, shower and a greasy breakfast in the morning. The reason why I tell you this is because there was lots of talk about PAINT.
So I says last night.
"Think I'll get some paint tomorrow for our bedroom."
The missus tuts.
"I know your painting. It's throw everything on the bed and off you go. There's no emptying the room or painting behind the wardrobe."
After 18 years marriage I think she's got a point. I have no patience for painting. Why can't somebody invent a six foot paint brush that paints your room in ten minutes? I hate painting!