Seems like a long time since I posted a post but real life has been front and centre for that intervening time – and will be for another couple of days to come.
Firstly, there was the hiding of the cable guys cable which, in and of itself, was no biggy. The kicker was my little nest of vipers deciding, once I’d finished, that the wallpaper was looking a tad shabby. My suggestion of tacking black bin liners over the top to hide it didn’t meet with her approval but, after counting to a hundred several times and looking critically round the room, I grudgingly had to agree.
The old paper stripped off easily enough and didn’t hurt the secret cable rout. Then it was off to the store for paper and we went for a heavily embossed one. Okay, she went for a heavily embossed one.
Got the first few lengths up this AM and was amazed how quickly my energy drained away and I called it a day way before the day had really got going and at times like that I think back to my days in the world and one trip in particular offshore Vietnam, which I remember as if it was only twenty odd years ago, when I got to actually strip off and actually get into my bunk four times in the twenty eight day trip.
The rest of the time it was just flop on top fully booted and spurred and grab a few while waiting for the next bang on the cabin door. That was a hell of a trip when, if it could go bad, it did. In spades. For all departments.
However, it was kissed and made better when, while waiting for the chopper to get us the hell out o’ Dodge, a guy said, “Well, it hasn’t been much of a trip but we’ve all been together and that’s the main thing.” He was lucky to get on the chopper alive...
Hanging paper is like riding a bike, right? You never forget. Sadly, with my head now mainly full of fog with very little light getting through, and forgetting that Google is my friend, it took me three lengths to get the cuts right going into a recessed window. How sad is that then? Sad it was and another contributing factor in the early knock-off. On the plus side, while toiling away you can kind o’ forget watching or listening to the news although I did catch the online bit about that ‘march’ down London the way relating to racism. From the photo it looks like the usual suspects waving the usual signs.
Let’s not give it no never mind. I should get the papering finished tomorrow; assuming I can get out o’ bed at eight of the morning and keep going past nine of the same morning. And we’re all together...
At least I’m still decorating unlike Chuck Berry. He did, however, have a good innings unlike many of the recently departed entertainment icons.
Quote; Karl Pilkington.
“Stop looking at the walls; look out the window.”
“It is really surprising what may be done in the home with a small can of paint, if you aren't careful.”