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That was some week. I didn't do the bedroom in the end. I could have if I'd put my mind to it, but by Wednesday I was cream-crackered and couldn't even think about starting another room. I papered the dining room first -- not quiiiite as simple as I'd imagined, given there was no pattern-matching involved. Once that was pretty much done I cleared out the livingroom, threw plastic sheets over the sofa and chairs and started tearing off wallpaper.

It was at this point that Bertie barked at me. Yep, he was trying to tell me something, just like Lassie. "Are you mad? This is pointless. Where's my damned rug? I hate you!" He flounced off upstairs, where his bed was surrounded by dining chairs and sofa cushions. He flounced back down and did some more barking. By now I was lying on the plastic-covered sofa watching TV and eating olives and oat cakes. I'm surprised he didn't call the SSPCA.

After getting all the paper up (including incredibly fiddly bits around the windows and the gas fire), I took half a day off -- went out for drinks and a movie (Something's Gotta Give, 6 out of 10) with Fiona.

Next was the moment of truth: had I got the colour right?

Last year I painted the livingroom walls what I thought was a nice soft green. It turned out to be a nasty yellowy lime. When the sun poured in (which it does) it became fluorescent. Plus I still had the awful wallpaper underneath.


This doesn't do justice to the yellowness of the colour.

The new colour, whew, is much more to my liking. It's got a bluish caste; at first I thought it might be too blue. But it's perfect. In bright sunlight it fades out to a pale, fresh green. At night it darkens down somehow & is almost cosy. I'll post some pics tomorrow.

To Bertie's relief I've replaced all the livingroom furniture. My books are all still upstairs -- I haven't got the new shelves yet.