Tiramisu trauma

Top half old tiramisu + bottom half new tiramisu = the wall of death

The other-half decided to repaint one of our grubby dining room walls.  So, being a bright boy, he bought the same make and colour paint we originally used.  The name of the paint colour by the way is ‘tiramisu’, a very twonky name for pinky beige.  Anyway, it turns out there’s been a dramatic tiramisu recipe change, because the colour of the new paint is completely bloody different from the old version (see above).  This means that he now has to repaint the whole room and is not, to put it mildly, a happy Easter bunny.

Thankfully we had a welcome visit from Nev’s sister G and her other-half C.  It was great to see them and also stopped the other-half from beating his head against our now duo-coloured walls.  Thanks for the visit, chocolate and cheery flower (which doesn’t need watering – see below).

 

And that’s about it for today.  Oh, apart from Cyril’s new toy.  We got him a ball containing catnip thinking he’d chase it all over the house giving fun and hilarity for all.  Instead he just licks it relentlessly.  We now have a cat-spit sodden ball of felt rolling around.  Which makes walking around with bare feet a bit like Russian roulette.  Actually, come to think of it, cat-spit would be a good name for a paint colour don’t you think?