Deafened by the constant building works in the neighbourhood, I have developed an 'If you can't beat 'em, join 'em' mentality.
Yesterday I did seven hours of wall-scraping, and today, eight. Painted-on wallpaper is a nightmare to remove. You wouldn't believe how tiny the room is, and I've still got another day to do plus all the tops of the room where the wallpaper seems to be stuck tight.
My body has said 'Enough!' although I'll have to put in another full day on Sunday to finish it. My lungs are full of decayed plaster dust, my nostrils sick of the smell of damp walls, and I have wallpaper stuck to my feet.