A quick update from Plough towers where I have just finished work for the day and settled down with a pint (sorry not sorry).
I have nearly completed the first stage of white painting, it is staggered to make sure we don’t run out of paint, and moved onto colour. I am approaching the task with renewed vigour and this is reflected in the fact that I am shattered, a very positive thing in these times.
I must apologise to anybody who observed me appearing to perform some sort of odd dance in the window and will explain the scene for anyone that is still wondering what I was doing. I had removed some caulk and loose material from the top of the window reveal in order to replace it with filler. One of the things with old buildings is that when you expose the structure it likes to get out.
So I was faced with a constant stream of debris coming from the void that I was back filling. The solution to fighting this tide was good old Henry but, with soft gloss paint around, I couldn’t let him thrash wildly around. That is why, if you happened to look at the window during this time, you will have been met with an odd image.
I can assure you that all was entirely innocent and what you actually saw was me, stood on a chair, retaining Henry’s hose between my thighs and attempting to direct said nozzle so as to best capture the flowing debris. All is good now and Henry is currently being counselled by CB duck in the hope that she can get him back to work in the morning.
I was reflecting earlier that it is just shy of five years ago that the pub looked like this and was closed as I pushed through many long nights to get ready the first time around. I may not be pulling as many hours this time around but that is the lack of a deadline, I still managed a healthy 12 hr shift today. The big difference this time though is the presence of my buddies.
Now when I can’t find that thing that I swear was right there a minute ago I immediately look for Terry duck to see where he has hid it. Every time I pick up a paint brush I hear sausage duck (3 days sober) say “I wouldn’t do it like that”. Thanks guys now lets have a beer its another day tomorrow.