Although this story is not one of rapidly opened cupboards and dislodged soy sauce, but the results are unsurprisingly similar. A litre of yellow matt emulsion makes quite a splash when dropped from a height of 3 feet. It also coats the feet entirely depending where you happen to be standing at the time, so that the resultant yelp is accompanied by a tragic little hopping dance, which makes things worse. Once the shoes are shaken off, there is another tragic hopping dance to the kitchen sink, and a flurry of kitchen towel ripping and wiping of digits which spreads every bit of paint thin, plus smearier than before and totally dried.
There are now two fellas in the dining room, on hands and knees, scrubbing and hoovering and washing and what all, and all I wanted to do was touch up a few patches of filler. This will cost me a bit less than a new carpet, quicker. I dont even know if the end result will be a carpet that looks like it never sat beneath a litre of yellow emulsion, crying softly to itself. I can only hope.
Sometimes I hate Samuel Beckett.
Friday, 4 November 2011
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