What's the consensus on shagging when the painters are in? I recall a massive second date shag-o-rama some time back which was fantastic fun, but the next morning resembled the scene in the Godfather with the horse's head in the bed: it looked like an explosion in an abbatoir and fair put me off. It also required me to make a beeline for the mess laundry room as I suspect the cleaners might have found it all a bit much. The plus side was the consolation BJ that evening. Thoughts anyone?