Crate of Valium required
Me head is wrecked.
Only spinnin’, so I am.
A friend normally calls around every couple of weeks to do a tidy around. By a tidy around, I mean a thorough clean everything that doesn’t move [and sometimes things that do]. Anyhows she couldn’t make it during the week and said she would call today at half eleven. No problem.
At eleven, I was sitting minding my own [and everyone else’s] business when in marched the decorators! They weren’t due back for a couple weeks at least. Three of ’em. And a load of paint pots, ladders, brushes, rollers and a load of other stuff. Fucking chaos.
Of course everything had to be moved so half the furniture is in the garden and the rest in the garage. And they were only doing the easy bit.
At half eleven our friend arrived. She wasn’t in the least put out and carried on just cleaning around them. So the room where I normally reside is now utter chaos. Penny is just following me around hoping for some kind of protection from all these people. At one point a door closed over behind me and she naturally hit the door with a paw to open it again. The door now has a beautiful series of scratches in the new paint and Penny has paint on her claws, which of course she walked into the carpet.
I daren’t touch anything. Half the walls are wet, as are the doors. And things that haven’t been painted have been touched by the painters so they have paint on them too.
They’re coming back tomorrow. They are going to do the tricky bit. That involves moving the really heavy furniture and all my network cabling and wiring.
Jayzus but my head is only wrecked …
As long as the cabinet housing the Jameson bottle and pipe tobacco isn't painted shut you can survive this.
Good luck sir!
I do not envy you! I loathe projects like that. James is right, don’t let them lose your Jameson bottle.
Baccy and whiskey are locked away. I don't trust strangers. I think I'll move some of whiskey into an even more secure spot tonight. It would take a surgeon to remove it from there….
Nothing like the smell of oil based paint and cleaning solution is there? Did they paint Herself to her chair yet? I hope not.
HM The Queen thinks all the world smells of paint and cleaning solution, as it's all she's ever encountered in 95 years. But maybe that's the secret to long life? Bottle it.
I wish I could bottle it. In an airtight bottle. One I could throw in the ocean.