But us CofE kids don't have confession......

Sunday afternoon was spent in the pub, this was a bad idea for two reason; 1) I had to get up at 5 on Monday morning to drive Very Far Away and 2) Well there isn't really a second reason other than you know, catholic guilt. Not that we're catholic but we did both us go to Sunday school when we were little people (him for 1 day, me for 10 YEARS) to be educated in The Word Of The Lord, and The Lord, he did not say to run from the church to the nearest pub and drink away thy sins. Although He should have done, that would surely have made sunday school more fun.

We abandoned the house for the afternoon because we had DONE OUR TIME. Weener (who I should not be calling Weener because it makes her think of a penis and she is not a penis) worked on the living room with us for 5 HOURS on Friday night (she even made us dinner and brought it around, seriously, is she the nicest person in the history of the world or what?! THAT IS A RHETORICAL QUESTION, SHE ABSOLUTELY IS) and finally, yes, finally, the living room is ready to be painted.

I know how to plaster a wall now, Although Weener (last time, I promise) did most of the skimming, I did some of one wall all by myself. Oh yes, I am a truckers ideal girlfriend, I am master of the blow job and the plastering of the walls, and I bet I could do both at the same time, yes, yes I could.

You may wonder where Matt King of The BBQ, Lord of The Flame and Glenn were while Weesorrymochinbach and I were killing our oestrogen with handfulls of plaster and sand paper, well the former had to turn the electricity off to fix something to do with a wall socket (I didn't pay enough attention to tell you what it was which is LUDICROUS because if it ever goes wrong again I can pretty much guarantee he will be in AUSTRALIA or something) and Glenn was sort of watching, sort of sanding and making inappropriate sarcastic comments.

And I have nothing more to say about that.

So onto the kitchen! Living room should only really take a couple of days to get a couple of coats of paint on and meanwhile there is a whole kitchen to rip out and install from scratch, I can skim a wall so Goddammit I can install a kitchen.

Honestly, when I was a kid and Repenting Of My Sins at sunday school, when I was, like, 7 years old and begging The Almighty Fathers forgiveness for something I didn't understand, do you think he took any notice or do you think he just laughed and boomed 'Oh dear sweet child of heaven, you are so going to get it when you're 24, you just wait, I'm going to have so much fun with you, buy a house? I'll show YOU a house......'.

Well I am going to have some semblance of a last laugh because on Sunday you'll find me in the pub.

Sinning.