Great moments in history my life:
That moment tonight as I came inside where I realised that I’d spent the evening relaxing, watching the sunset, sat in a deck-chair… on the deck that I built.
I have a deck, on which to put deck-chairs on.
The deck-chairs at last meet their names.
That is awesome.
Finally managed to coax the enthusiasm out of myself to do some more of the endless painting job (the stairs/hall trim). Opened the tin.
The paint was mouldy.
I mean, mouldy, as in, the lid of the tin had furry bobbles growing on it.
Seriously.
I mean, it’s been a month, but I don’t expect paint to get furry at all.
Feh.