Team Plough, that is me and my supervising ducks, are now well into project ‘paint for sanity’ and I am not entirely sure of its merits.
I should make it clear that I detest decorating in all of its forms. Partly this is because the Engineer in me seeks a perfection that I am incapable of achieving and partly it is because I find it so terribly boring.
I struggle to find the motivation to start especially when I am painting white stuff white. Having said that we are well underway despite the continuous nag of the ducks to stop and have a beer.
Having started with the worlds biggest prep fest I have suitably re-calibrated myself to ‘pub’ mode. This is important as otherwise I risk getting so bogged down fixing old issues that I will never finish.
I was sat on the floor painting yesterday when I spied an awful set of runs in my fresh work. In true Gav style I set about chastising myself roundly for such a mistake and attempted to recover said runs with a brush. When I realised the offending work was too dry to recover with a brush I cursed myself further after all, as the ducks pointed out, it’s not like I am in a rush is it?
Now getting up and sitting down still causes me some discomfort (note its no longer pain) so I was in a proper tantrum when I got up to get a cloth and wipe down the offending paintwork to make it easier to sand when the rest was dry. As I angrily wiped away my fresh paint I heard Terry the duck giggling so yelled at him ‘can’t see what you think is so funny’.
It was about this point that I too realised that the runs were historic, they were there before I even owned the pub! So after much verbal self-flagellation I had erased my new work because of somebodies previous shoddy work. After a couple of pints I saw the funny side and had a beer with Terry duck, Sausage is still on soft drinks.
So all good here at Plough towers, I am off for a post work drink with my buddies.