Sorry folks, I’m busy painting this week so haven’t got around to blogging. And as I’m slapping on the thickish emulsion I’m thinking about how paint used to be: thin as water, dripping everywhere, no rollers and needing three coats of everything. Before thick paints came in it really was intolerable; no wonder people only decorated once every twenty years or so. But the cleaning really is the worst thing; washing ceilings and tweaking the grime from its lurking-place behind the pipes, not to mention sanding radiators, it really is a pain. You just wish you could gather the whole room up, bung it in the shower and then subject it to a brisk rub-down after which it could go for a nice jog to dry off and then you’d be ready.
But you can’t complain at the number of gadgets available to the modern decorator; from brushes that don’t splay out when drying (we used to wrap ours in rubber bands) to paint pads to rollers (imagine painting a ceiling without a roller!) to little gloss rollers (I love those) life is just so much easier nowadays.
In other news, we now have a new garden strimmer. Daniel asked if we were going to name it. Now I know I call the car Bertie but I thought this was going a bit far. ‘What would we call it?’ I said.
‘Arnold,’ he rejoined. Took me a moment to get it:
The song’s about 2 minutes in.
Off to give the ceiling a second coat now.
Kirk out
Sarada Gray 