Midweek Miniatura will be along shortly, featuring a brand new exhibitor from halfway round the world but right now I’m too tired to write it, having been a bloke for a day.
Early in the AM one bloke turned up to say he wasn’t coming – he was off with his wife choosing curtains. The other polished his clubs, his shoes and a banana on his trousers and went off to play golf. So with no one doing anything and unable to do the work I should be doing, I decided to be a bloke for a day.
First, what’s this?
When Ric assembled it, he opined that it wouldn’t look out of place in the Tate Modern and we agreed.
So today I had to tackle the cupboards. One of the hazards of adapting a set of cupboards that are at least quarter of a century old is that someone has been there before you, inserting pipes, drains and numberless things requiring holes; so what you start with is this:
Standing outside on the drive in a monsoon hasn’t helped, either.
Some of the panels had square holes for a change and some were just ripped. So I set to in the garage with some hardboard and a saw and salvaged as many shelves as I could from the heap. Next I found my rubber gloves (spotted in yesterday’s pic) and every type of cleaning agent known. Then I got the drill and dug out the stupid broken plastic shelf supports and inserted other, less broken ones and by teatime, when those of us had been playing golf and sitting in pubs exhausted, returned, I’d got up to here:
And then I varnished the bench edge and prepped all the surfaces to tile with dilute PVA, the second coat of which I shall do as soon as I’ve finished writing this.
And then, because I was being a bloke for a day, I scratched my head and farted.
JaneLaverick.com – tired.