We need sweary Wednesday back. I have been a massive, massive twat. Our stairs were painted less than 2 weeks ago. I have been going mental at anyone even brushing past the walls. Today, for some unknown reason, I decided to try and move a massive, but light, wardrobe downstairs on my own. Obviously I got stuck, and have fucking bashed the fuck out of the paintwork. Have attempted poly filler and new coat of paint over the affected area, but its fucking obvious and DH is, quite rightly, going to go fucking ballistic at me. Twat, twat, twat. Fucksticks.