Oh Boy my muscles are aching, and a dawning of respect floods in for my mates like Mark who use the skill and strength of their bodies to earn their living. All I did today basically was to put two coats of paint on the garage, the first, diluted a lot with water to prime the plasterboard, and we did that together. I did the second coat by myself whilst Boysie went to the tip to offload an old freezer, rubble, bricks, crappola of varying size and weight…But, gals, I am shot. Those rollers on a long handle are nothing more than a gym with wet stuff on the end that would rather coat up your hair and clothes and glasses, and why bother with a ceiling? And remind me not to bother with hand cream, because all that means is that your hands are soft and get all holey when they’re required to do anything useful in the way of physical graft…
Never was a shower such a joy, though the hoze-lock spattering the garden right now is pretty joyful; but I’m sorry to say – I’m Done In.! But – da dah! a few pictures to mark the forward direction…
I nipping about the computer merrily now, and love the ease of taking photos and charting stuff with them. The whole thing of writing a blog is good fun, though I don’t suppose anyone’s seen it, but somehow it’s satisfying anyway. I always liked diaries as a kid. It sort of made the small stuff real. Life is just a handful or two of small stuff in many ways…
I’m going to post this and make another entry as a different person or maybe the same one in a different bit of life…
A Patchwork Life 