How difficult can it be to choose new dining room wallpaper? Well that all depends on who goes with you to “help” choose!
Today’s mission was to buy six or seven rolls, depending on the pattern. Simple. Not. Son and daughter decided they were going too. After the initial argument over who’s going to sit in the passenger seat and who’s in the back; which, incidentally takes place EVERY time we go out in the car; we were on our way.
First stop B&Q. Son, having a short attention span unless it’s something he finds interesting, decided he wanted to talk vlogging and how he needs a tripod and suitable camera. Really? We’re having this conversation now? I want to look at wallpaper! At every turn he was there, in my face, talking animatedly about how much money he was going to make “if only” he had the right equipment. Trying very hard not to blow my top in the store, I reminded him of the concept of personal space and how much I would really like mine back; he rather sulkily withdrew.
The wallpaper stock was dire. Or rather, I didn’t like the choices available, so we left. Stroppy son, unphased daughter, worked up mum.
Second stop Homebase. The return of hyper-son. Grrrrr! Daughter steps in to stop me blowing a fuse. By this time I was a little short tempered. The suggestions of modern wallpaper patterns on my 1930s walls was not going down well. Nor were the comments such as “oh mum, you’re so old” and “we don’t want to live in an old people’s home”! Needless to say, we left toute de suite.
Final destination an independent store. Oh my! I so wish we’d gone here first. In and out in less than ten minutes. All three of us agreed on two patterns and texted husband to make the final decision. Job done.
How difficult was that?