The enemy within

I hate painting

I’m now into the fourth week without a boiler.
It’s hell.
At last I begin to understand what those poor people in the Third World must be going through, having to shower in their neighbours’ houses, or in their local gym, or perhaps even having to beg some relative for the use of their jacuzzi.
It doesn’t bear [...]

When you fire a nail through your finger, it hurts. There isn’t any other way to put this. It fucking hurts.
All right?
It’s fucking sore.
What exactly need I say about it?
When using machinery that involves high-velocity air-pressure-powered firing of steel projectiles into timber, we run the risk that we’ll fire a high-velocity projectile into a [...]

Jesus, I fucking hate plumbing.
My father wasn’t like me. My father loved plumbing and he had all the skills though his own father was a stonemason. I think the gift is in the hands, and maybe he was kind enough to pass it on to me, wittingly or otherwise. Who knows?
Remember I [...]

I was a bit bored and there were loads of jobs waiting in line.
What to do first?
Finish the kitchen?  OK.  I’ll do that soon.
Do the garden? Aaaaarrrrgggghhh!!!!
Look, the old bathroom is a bit scruffy.  There’s no place to store anything, even though I built those shelves last year, but that sink is real waste of [...]

I sent a request to M’sieur le Craic and in no time at all he came back with the picture.  What a man!

Seriously.  What am I going to do with all the drink left behind after the party?  Everywhere I look I see more cans of beer stuck in flower-pots, more bottles of wine peeping out from behind chairs. 
I’ve started to gather it all up and put it  somewhere out of the way, but really [...]

This was our little gazebo last night.  Cosy, isn’t it?

Well, I’m afraid I have bad news for you.  The little gazebo is no more, because the wind made shit of it.  I came home today to find it collapsed like a bag of knuckles, but I’m not deterred.  I’ll treat this as yet another valuable [...]

The magnolia brightens my life every March with its lovely Spring flowers.
Why is it blooming again, in August?  How did it flower twice in one year?

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