What mattered was I got the colour that I wanted. The hardware store had this fantastic, star-trek-back-to-the-future machine that could mix whatever colours you wanted.
And when you open it up, it was ready to use.
I was in manly control , with the brush in my hand.
My trusty man-ladder.
The first thing a real man would do is to paint the skirting.
It's quite a challenge to manouver around certain protruding objects on the wall but I managed. It wasn't such a great paint job, but it was ok.
Ok, so maybe it wasn't that ok.
And finally my favourite part - the man- roller.
I certainly wasn't Fabio, or even anywhere close, but at that point in time, I was feeling very the man.