When I was young and fit (thirty thousand years ago), I used to do almost all the house maintenance, redecorating, gardening, etc. Absolutely loved it. I still do enjoy the planning & buying of materials but I've become the epitome of that old saying "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak". Due to a central heating disaster (don't even ask) the radiator was removed from the shower room. To call the resulting blank wall an eyesore would be generous. For various reasons, stripping, filling and re-painting wasn't an option. Finally had the brainwave of installing a delightful radiator cover (with no radiator inside it, but it would hide the mangled wall). But the cover has slats with gaps between, through which the wall is still visible. Drat. Had another brainwave: staple some wallpaper behind the slats so you can't see through. Oh dear. Realised, too late, that the slats are too thin to take heavy-duty staples, so the sharp ends are now visible, sticking through to the front. Grrrrr. I've just ordered some pretty French linen fabric to arrive (printed with dragonflies, very nice), which I intend to cut into a panel attached to the front with velcro, to hide the staple ends. Now I'm waiting to mess that up too, and will probably have to put something else over the cover to disguise the fabric, then when that goes wrong, cover the entire shower room with something, and then, when that goes wrong, stick a giant bell tent over the whole house and run off into the hills.... All because I consistently refuse to believe I'm too old and decrepit to do my own house maintenance any more. Shoot me now....