Mr Nylon is one happy chappy! The not so pesky decorator worked late into the night (without being paid overtime) and look at the sight Bri woke up to this morning. The decorator even cleaned up! (Mr Nylon is also especially pleased with himself now that he has figured out how to stand up without leaning on anything!) Mrs Nylon will also be very pleased that the lounge now has more of a 'country look' to it.
'Ahhh, yes!' he is thinking, 'this is the life, a room free from the wife's clutter'. (The wife and children have sensibly gone to visit relatives in Shabbyville). 'Hmmm, maybe I'll just make a cup of coffee...' (He can't afford to buy a coffee now that he's redecorated. And new clothes are simply out of the question, he's a man and sees nothing wrong with the outfit he's been wearing for the last twenty or so years, there's still plenty of wear left in it!)
'Doh! *^#$* Didn't there used to be a door here!'
Why yes, there was a door but the decorator never liked it, all it did was take up valuable wall space where the wife can have extra shelves for designer knick-knacks and bric-a-brac, the things that make a house a home. Do not worry there is another door into the kitchen on the other side of the fireplace, it will take a while but Mr Nylon will figure it out.
Poor Bri has yet to see the disaster that awaits him in the kitchen...