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I woke up in the early hours to the Mistral blowing to beat the band, shutters pounding and cold! So to make the best of the day I decided to put the finishing coat of paint on the woodwork around the interior doors. Out came brushes, paint, accessories. Paper towels, yes! Everything was a go! Noticed another paint pot and thought, oh, good idea, I shall touch up the spots on the hall ceiling at the same time!
White paint. Ceiling touched up. Closed paint pot and put it to one side. Got distracted, as is my wont, by thinking of Fletch in sunnier climes! How the mind wanders!
Beige paint. Did a lovely job on the bathroom door frame. Finished. Stood back and thought that the colour was lovely and bright and, ummm, almost WHITE!!! Ran into the kitchen and checked the pots. Yep, grabbed the wrong one. White. Darn!
Oh well, I though, an extra coat won't hurt. I will redo it tomorrow.
Came out and made a cup of coffee and realized that I had begun on the bathroom. The bathroom. The bathroom where I had planned to take down the doorframe and install a lovely mirrored sliding door that I saw a week ago in the store. Pfuuui!
I spent the whole morning doing something that I will rip down and replace!
And we all know whose fault it is! Not mine! No, no! Not the cat's - he who gets blamed for all that goes wrong! No, no!
The blame lies clearly at Fletch's door! If he had not written such a beautiful travelogue, I would not have been distracted and grabbed the wrong paint pot!
The man has a lot to answer for!
I rest my case.
MS
White paint. Ceiling touched up. Closed paint pot and put it to one side. Got distracted, as is my wont, by thinking of Fletch in sunnier climes! How the mind wanders!
Beige paint. Did a lovely job on the bathroom door frame. Finished. Stood back and thought that the colour was lovely and bright and, ummm, almost WHITE!!! Ran into the kitchen and checked the pots. Yep, grabbed the wrong one. White. Darn!
Oh well, I though, an extra coat won't hurt. I will redo it tomorrow.
Came out and made a cup of coffee and realized that I had begun on the bathroom. The bathroom. The bathroom where I had planned to take down the doorframe and install a lovely mirrored sliding door that I saw a week ago in the store. Pfuuui!
I spent the whole morning doing something that I will rip down and replace!
And we all know whose fault it is! Not mine! No, no! Not the cat's - he who gets blamed for all that goes wrong! No, no!
The blame lies clearly at Fletch's door! If he had not written such a beautiful travelogue, I would not have been distracted and grabbed the wrong paint pot!
The man has a lot to answer for!
I rest my case.