Ah fuck. I am sanding off walls in preparation for painting. Taking a break as my hands have gone all vibraty-numb from the sander. Should've rented a belt jobby. It's not helped by the fact that behind the shite wallpaper was shite paint - which is peeling. In places, behind that there is shite plaster - which is also falling off. I think I may have broken the hoover though - I had it connected to the dust out pipe of the sander (to up the noise levels a bit more) and now it's not working. Oops.

Yestderday's boozeometer: 6 units.

Next part of the plan involves moving the computer desk. Yeah, it's nice to have printer, scanner, big old speakers, ADSL etc. but the wiring gets a bit mad.

Took the old gas fire off the wall. Looks like it may be possible to make a proper wood-burning fireplace but it would require a fair bit of work and some large power tools (disk cutters). Hmm. Might just go with plan A which was to route network cable down the chimney.

I may get a dust mask to protect my lungs. In the meantime, must be time for a fag.