Being Remiss in the Blogging World

Many apologies for the long space between communicating via this here blog. But what used to take me two days to accomplish has taken me a whole week; namely decorating one room. On the surface, it all looks quite fine, but my grand-daughter's beady eye pointed out where "Bits are missed." So what, but today has really put the tin hat on it, I can tell you that varnish is a nasty, nasty substance and my new doors look a bugger. However, I am not going to worry, and if they become too much for even an imperfectionist like myself, I can always slap a bit of paint on. I certainly have plenty.

I have the greatest sympathy now for Michelangelo and his work on the Sistine Chapel. I could hear him sighing in dismay as I slapped yet another blob on the floor, as opposed to the door frame. Never mind, I do enjoy being creative with paint, brush, roller and lots and lots of cleaning materials. OK, I am boring myself now, so if you saw this one, thank you, if you didn't, I can't say I blame you. All you painters and decorators out there need have no fear of competition from me, rest assured your jobs are safe!

Painting the Clouds with Sunshine

Well, I got Eric's weather blog back and now have NDR so I did something right! Today, it has chucked it down with rain, so I did not wait for the meticulous assistant and instead, spent five happy! hours leaping up and down a pair of step ladders. Though I merely undercoated one wall, painted the cornices and then a small alcove, I have disturbed the TV's equilibrium, dropped a Wilbur Smith book into the paint tray, and decorated my hair most tastefully with a huge white blob of paint.

Were it not for the fact that said blob is in the middle of my hair, I would take the scissors to it. I do not know how it happened, but there was paint running down the leg of my ladders, into quite a big pool on the floor. I got it folks, don't worry, I have five damp cloths to hand when I mount the steps. There was of course, a lot of climbing up and down and the use of the "f" word was prolific. Still, I should have it finished by tomorrow and then must address the task of varnish! Why in heaven's name I ever start these things, I will never know. If I don't stick my fingers together (I need to use superglue tomorrow), I will update you. Good to know NDR does dusting behind the furniture like I do.

Big Tins of Paint

Me and the cat are saying nothing, simply because, for once in our lives, we appear to have nothing, or at least, very little to say. I have purchased several big tins of paint and will be very busy over the next few days be-daubing myself with said material. There will be a lot of cleaning involved, which always makes me depressed, both before and after the brushes are wielded. I have an offer of help from my daughter, but may not take her up on it, in the interests of family harmony.

I like to slap paint around willy nilly and just achieve a "general" impression of decor, while she is artistic and meticulous. There could be trouble ahead. I have abandoned rugby while I work out colour schemes and find my paint trays. As you can see, I am becoming obsessed and I still haven't stained the doors.

On top of all this, my computer was down and I could not get onto the Internet or access my Inbox, the latter of which matters not a jot or tittle, there is rarely much of interest in it nowadays since the Viagra salespeople have left me to my own devices. Still, I am hopeful of some surprises some day soon. If you read this, thank you, if you feel a comment blossoming thank you. If you did not, I do not blame you one little bit, as there are so many more interesting people telling more life enhancing stories out there. Be good, be careful and have fun.