"I'm not sure if I like white..."

Now she tells me.

The sweet smell of success

I think I got more grout on my hair than I got on the walls, but it's coming along. Tomorrow I shall hang the shower rail, I'm thinking six-inch nails, right through the tiles, bosh bosh.

Whatever you do, don't sneeze

The bathroom tiling proceeds apace. I keep expecting the tiles to fall off the walls but so far so good, gravity and me seem to have come to an arrangement. Could be something to do with the can of Diet Coke I spilled over my jeans, some kind of cosmic balance at work, I dunno. I never realized sniffing tile adhesive could be so intoxicating. Ditto with grout. Mmm. Why is my head throbbing so hard my eyeballs are bulging? Can't possibly be related, can it?