Another night working after work and the simple task of cleaning up the dripped paint from the previous working into the evening, evening.
I’d headed over to my folks after work to pick up some bits and have a bite to eat, then off to the hills for another late night.
I got in extremely tired at about 7:30 and still managed to pull on the overalls for what seemed like a bit of floor cleaning. I really had to muster all my energies to get this done, it did seem like a simple exercise but I really wasn’t happy with being on my knees washing off the paint drips.
The whole exercise was due to my lack of diligence when painting the other night, I’d not wanted to put down sheets as I was going to spend a lot of time up ladders and I really didn’t want the sheets to be tangling in the step ladder legs. So I’d in effect postponed the extra work to another day, rather than wrestling with dust sheets I’d elected to clean up the mess later. Anyway what’s the fuss the floor was polished it would be a simple matter of just brushing off the emulsion.
Well that’s what I thought anyway, what was going to be a relatively simple job turned into four hours of mind and knee numbing work. Hours just spent on my knees gently scratching at the surface, sweeping up the dust, watering it down with sugar soap, scraping a bit more, sweeping again and the rubbing away more until there was no paint to be seen. This was very time consuming and terribly boring, I normally take manual work to be spirit lifting, well spirit lifting in some way or another but this was just dire.
The worse bit was that after cleaning one square foot you could see the expanse of work spread out in front of you that needed to be done. Once started it quickly dawned on you just how long it was going to take.
I think in the entire process I took a short break at each corner, but that was it, it took four hours.
Even a podcast of Mark Kermodes and Simon Mayo film review didn’t break the tedium, the room is so echoey one just cannot make out the dialogue between the gentle rubbing with a microfibre cloth.
Not a good night at all, there was however a splendid, fantastic thunderstorm just as I finished, with lightning flashes queueing up to go off every five or so seconds, it was amazing.
Less amazing was staying up until two in the morning to watch the England ladies football team get knocked out of the world cup semi-finals after an own goal in the dying seconds of the match. We’d had the Japanese on the ropes the entire second half.
A very very knackered me lurched off to bed to have to get up at 6:12am the next day for a full day at work.
This house better be worth it.