Forty Coats

Does anyone other than me remember forty coats? Well that is the story of my life at the moment. We are painting our extension and it's taking FOREVER. And you would imagine according to the title we are overdoing it with forty coats- WRONG. Four, FOUR measly coats are maiking my life hell. Mind you they aren't as bad as the plaster. A lovely shade of pink it is, however, nobody informed me of the incredile level of dust it generates. Therefore we have to paint. You see we originally got a completely wooden house, so only a very small amount needed to be painted, ( a note on this is that it actually never was painted, we have vowed to amend this heinous oversight) therefore it was left as we were in such a hurry to move in. This time, however due to the increasing dust population we decided we were going to paint. It is unlikely the house will ever be repainted. This blog is to remind me of this period of pained painting in my life. Will later post pics of ceremonial burning of painting clothes!