Glaswegian Jimmy has been painting the outside of the house. It is an exhausting experience. We start the day with a discussion of his new shed or 'man-cave' as he prefers to call it because he is installing a full size snooker table, and at this point there might be a diversion into his promising career as a semi-pro snooker player. By mid-morning he is telling me about houses he has decorated and showing me photos of kitchens the size of my garden. If I have not escaped by lunch time I might be treated to a history of his relationship with The Pogues or an analysis of Brexit. At the end of the day, after a final session describing wallpaper made out of pig skin (apparently it is all the rage in the smart set), my brain feels as though it has shrivelled into a tiny, dessicated lump and I have to lie on the sofa looking at soothing pictures on Pinterest. Despite this acute case of mal du décorateur life continues so I must wind up the blogging machine to make sure that the days are not lost forever.
I didn't know you had a cat. How did I miss that?
ReplyDeleteIt is the Visiting Cat who appears if there is anything comfortable to snooze on. She will begin her summer residence on the garden furniture shortly, weather permitting.
DeleteIt sounds exhausting. Might I suggest the addition of a g&t?
ReplyDeleteMrM would agree - he believes that G&T is the remedy for all ills.
DeleteI was going to say we could do with Glaswegian Jimmy here (our outside badly needs painting), but on second thoughts...
ReplyDeleteHe wins prizes for his decorating so I'm being stoic.
DeleteThis is why I will do ANYthing to avoid having workmen in or out of the house ! I put up with any amount of decrepitude to avoid them. The older I get the harder I find it, and , they will insist on starting at the crack of dawn....it really does make your brain hurt. Good luck !
ReplyDeleteHe was quizzing me on my knowledge of football today. I think he was quite impressed with my analysis of Man Utd while I was dying inside, little by little. Maybe I will drown myself in Masonry paint as a protest.
ReplyDeleteI agree wholeheartedly with susan hall!
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