So, had decorators at the new gaf all last week, painting all rooms downstairs and the hall, stairs and upstairs landing.
Me and Mrs.F agreed on the colour scheme in advance, which was this throughout.
Simple, smart etc.
Until the morning the decorators arrived to start.
As I’m letting them in, going over the job, phone call from Dear Mrs.F.
She’s changed her mind and wants a different colour in the main sitting room.
“No problem” says I through gritted teeth, tell the lads, they laugh, but no worries, problem solved and everyone’s happy.
Three days later, they finish, pack up and send the invoice.
Mrs.F, loves the grey scheme, really loves it.
Goes in to the sitting room, who’s colour she changed at the last minute.
You know what’s coming.
Mrs. F…
Me…
Un… fucking… real.