Jinx Apart

Oh dear. I guess getting home after a couple of glasses of wine and attacking your kitchen wall with a scraper maybe isn't such a great idea:


But then, it's difficult not to be suspicious of your walls and attack anything that looks vaguely damp or mould-concealing when your afternoon has revolved around this:



And when you've been dealing with that the previous day, what you really don't want to notice when you're getting out of the shower the next morning is a big ol' crack that runs the length of four tiles halfway up your bathroom wall and corresponds perfectly to the big ol' crack that your excavations revealed along the kitchen wall.




There are times I really really wish my Dad lived up the road.