Calling Nick Knowles

I fear the DIY disasters have started again, rather like a repeat performance of about 2 years ago when we completed the sale.

Yesterday Mr T sanded the sitting room floor. I came home to find the only way to access the fridge to cook dinner was to move one of the couches out of the way, into the breakfast bar creating a small tunnel for me to crawl through to get from the fridge to the hob. This, however, created another issue, the only way for Mr T to get to anywhere else in the flat was to go out of the kitchen door, through the garden, round to the front door and back again when he was finished. Only he didn't have his front door keys, they were by the door. I had to climb through my tunnel, open the front door, go back through the tunnel and carry on cooking. It was a little like the grown up version of when you push the furniture together and make a tent with an old sheet when you're a child, bored in the summer holidays.

So anyway, I made a start on varnishing, trouble is I don't like the colour of the varnish we're using. Always an issue. Now because I am so picky - I'm not picky, just exacting - we have at least one extra day of the entire sitting room being in various areas of the flat. That includes the fireplace, in pieces, in the hall. I keep walking into the sodding thing. It reminds me of the old days, when we bought the place and the front door fell out and shattered. Oh and when the plaster dropped off the wall in the hall.

Tonight, I am making my second attempt at varnishing, going to see what it looks like with a coat of clear varnish on. Fingers crossed it looks ok because otherwise there'll be a third day of climbing through a tunnel to get around the kitchen.