James was hunched on his heels staring at the hole in the wall. He ran his finger over the edges slowly as he mused about what he needed to do next. He had gotten so mad he had kicked the wall and now he had a gaping hole that needed to be fixed. James was by no means a handy-man, so this was an issue.
Hmmm.... Surely it couldn't be difficult to plug it and plaster it? He'd seen them do renovation works on tv all the time and it didn't look like rocket science. Hell, even women were doin' it. He stuck a cupboard infront of it and grabbed his car keys. A quick drive to the handy store would get this mess sorted out in no time.
An hour later, James returned, armed with an assortment of materials he had never seen before but were apparently essential to his dilemma. So said the guys behind the counter.
Four hours later, wire mesh, plaster, paint, gum, and Lord only knows what else lay littered around the apartment, as the hole in the wall mocked him mercilessly. James was furious! How could this be such a mission?! Realising he was defeated, he turned to the yellow pages and decided to hand it over to the masters of this craft.
"Yeh, if you could come by as soon as you can. The missus tried fixin' it but has left an absolute mess. I just got home from work and don't have time for this."
"Sure. No worries. Be there in an hour."
With that, James started tidying up.
This nightmare would be over soon.
Who'd have thought one small hole could bring so much chaos and misery?!!!

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Boudoir Secrets
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