King of Excellent (according to Scaryduck)

Monday, September 6

Changing rooms, Ground Force, Garden Invaders,

You can all bugger off.

I have spent the past week as you can tell from my last post, making my new house livable. A week on and I have the permanent smell of paint up my nose, a large blood blister in my left thumb where I missed a nail, and a large flat slit cut well into my knee where I knelt on a stanley knife blade whilst painting a skirting board.

How comes none of this ever happens to Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen?