I get up and get ready for the inevitable. A weekend of work whilst I look outside at the wonderful sunshine. Typical.
Out come the tools.
On goes the mask.
Power at my finger tips, I get flatening, leveling, smartening, it will be worth it.
If it was only coke this would be one hell of a party.
There is only one thing to feel, only one thing to say.
And now I look like this.
And walls look like this.
Feels about right, as I rub the finger tips of my hands lovingly over the surface of the walls.
A while later I’m cleaner.
Its time for a teaq break. Oh look some biscuits. Oh they are quick melting biscuits.
Now I have one gunky mug.
So it is time to suck the dust up.
It sucked all the love out of me, then died right in front of me. So I opened her up to see what was wrong. Yep she was completly blocked up. So I emptied her, and cleaned her bits.
So you can see the back wall is done well by the speakled egg shell effect.
Out comes the paint. Imaginatively magnolia.
A thick coat later.
And I clean that up too.
I look in the sweetie bowl and
take the moment to change the battery in my Nexus 5.
Will it help or is something else wrong.
Only time will tell.
Here is the prediction – 12 hours, in reality that is pants.
And now on with doing wall two plasterr coatong.
Lets not skimp hey.
Yep that will do.
Everything is mess.
And on with a second coat.
And then I srubb the floor clean.
Right once dry the wardrobe can be moved back into postion.
Two thick coats of magnoila hides a thousand sins. Please don’t look under the patio!
And there I am sitting in my pants looking at the Kingfisher, while Deamanjones is showing my picture of his underware in his garden, and also birds. I am however on the way for a shower.
And spicey baked beans on toast for tea.
Can’t say I like spicy baked beans mind.
And with that I watch How To Get A council House on All 4.
Eventually though I watch some Big Clive on YouTube before clsoing my eyes in bed.