Roddy Doyle's Charlie Savage: Redecorated with love
I'm standing on a ladder and I'm holding a roll of wallpaper, more than 20 years after I swore I'd never do it again. I've paste in my hair and all over one lens of my glasses. My arms are aching and the trousers are starting to slide off me. And, really - I swear to God - I don't really know how I got here.
I'm blaming the wife. And her mother. And Senator David Norris.
The wife was going over to spend the night with her mother and she asked me to come along with her. The plan was, I'd watch telly with them for a bit, then go on home, and I'd come back in the morning to collect her.