on the day after I cleaned the lounge from top to bottom and on the day that we are going to put all the Christmas decorations up, Mick has decided to chip all the plaster off the chimney breast so he can sink three enormous metal brackets into the wall to sit the (bloody horrible) new mantle piece on.
Maybe if I liked the mantle piece I would be happier about it but I dont - I hate it. But I told him he could chose what he wanted, thinking he was imagining it the same way I was.
A lovely piece of thick, smooth oak that will look gorgeous with candles on and the mirror above it.
His idea - a bloody great big old house beam thats all rough and bumpy.
I will put photos up when its done - if it gets done today as he is doing lots of swearing at the moment. I didn't even realise that he was planning on doing it (obviously as I wouldn't have had a marathon cleaning session yesterday) I just heard the drill going and went to see what he was doing.