My whole house smells of paint. I've made three trips to Bunnings in the last eight days. When I got up this morning I was so crippled up I could barely stand up straight, and I don't feel too much better this evening. I ache from the neck down, and am starting to develop a headache from the paint as well. The saddest thing is I don't feel like I'm all that much further along than I was this time last week, except now I have an unusable upstairs bathroom. On a brighter note, the new back fence goes up tomorrow. Just as well, as the current back fence is in imminent danger of falling over.