As I mentioned, ahem, we've been repainting the kitchen.
Well, Iain's been repainting the kitchen. I've been masking the door to the kitchen.
You're probably thinking: These are not equal tasks. And you'd be right. Painting is a not altogether unenjoyable task, when it's all going reasonably well. Masking, on the other hand, is a job I wouldn't impose on the Devil himself.
Especially when the door in need of masking has 15—count 'em: FIFTEEN!—windows, and needs painted on both sides, which means masking 30—count 'em: THIRTY!—little rectangles, until you are screaming, "Get in the damn corner, you bastard piece of tape!" while your husband laughs and laughs.
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