The ceiling is done. It took lots of paint, about 3 litres. I got lots of paint in my hair. At one point, I looked like Philip Schofield, without the gerbil. Tomorrow I'm doing the walls. After I've done them, I need to decide which I'd rather do that evening; go and see Gavin, or watch the paint dry. Only joshin' wiv ya.

Nothing interesting has happened today, sorry.