So far I have managed to paint half a room.
The painting is quite straightforward. I take the paint, apply it to the roller and spread it over the wall, the ceiling, the floor, the furniture and myself. This in spite of acres of plastic sheeting, spending half the day just shifting things into spaces that don't exist and being as careful as I always happen to be. had it not been for the window I would paint naked as it would be easier to clean afterwards. This suggestion has not met with support from colleagues who muttered "Cap'n Ahab, thar she bows!" In a rather unkind manner.
This morning, intending to continue on this side, I replaced the items from the other back where they belong. This was going well until I decided to change things and naturally it has all fallen apart. The exercise of moving things this way and that might be good for me but it is a pain just the same.
As I spent all day at the museum yesterday (95 children from that school!) I was not inclined to do anything that evening. I still wasn't this morning. However I managed to get something done except for the vast amount of stuff all over the floor placed in such a manner to ensure I fall over it constantly.
Much of the time has been spent considering better bookcases (of the cheap variety) that would be more appropriate for that corner. Also deciding whether to move everything around and as always realising there is only one place they can all fit. That and scraping white dots from almost anything to hand fills the day.
The Conservative Party leadership election continues apace, a slow pace that is. The
rigged Tory only election has been easy to read, with all decent characters, that is able men, ruled out, only inept half wit men were able to stand, they are left with a choice between two women who have all the ideology of Margaret Thatcher but without the intellect. This is so Theresa May, seen in this rigged picture, will be able to continue destroying the nation as ably as Cameron and Osborne had been doing up till now.
May keeps herself to herself, has until now few friends in government, a husband who is a director of Group 4, a company who have failed and failed again spectacularly yet for some reason keep getting government contracts to run prisons, escort prisoners, run security at events and the like. All fail, all cost vast sums and all contracts are renewed at great cost to the famous taxpayer.
As Home Secretary May has cut the numbers of police, prison warders, and wishes to do more of this. She hates the NHS and anything socialist, like care for others, and will undoubtedly be created Prime Minister in a few weeks time.
Her opponent whatsername is apparently a Christina and as such has been pilloried by the perverts in the media as you'd expect. Few have bothered much about her dubious CV, her lack of ability and experience and none have mentioned she is only there to allow Theresa May to win.
The nation trembles.