Today I have so far found paint.
Nov. 25th, 2008 07:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Back in the day when we still occasionally thought about doing it ourselves (stop it) we bought some paint to paint the living room. The living room was horribly cluttered then and has not got any less so since, and the Countess and I continue to fail at healthy, but the conservatory is still fairly empty, and if we are ever going to claim it as our own, a coat of paint is a must. Before, you know, we cover the walls with shelves.
So the Countess asked unto me, saying, Where is this paint for which we paid much money back in the day? And I answered her, saying, Search me, but lo, she was not in the mood.
The last few weeks have been punctuated by her worrying about these two tins of paint (whether they've been stolen, whether I threw them away because I do that kind of thing, whether they've exploded all over her antique Nottingham lace shawl and so on) and me looking for them, upstairs downstairs and in my lady's chamber, and getting panicky because I can't find them or even actually remember buying them. And, to cut a long story short--
ENTIRE BLOGOSPHERE: Too late!
--this morning, when she told me she hadn't had any sleep for clockworking about these damn tins of paint, I went downstairs, and there, in a sealed Sainsbury's plastic carry box in the corner under the shelves in the utility room behind the crate full of booze we don't seem to drink any more *deep breath*--was the paint.
Phew.
In other news, I shall hope to have at least one shop bit for you today.
So the Countess asked unto me, saying, Where is this paint for which we paid much money back in the day? And I answered her, saying, Search me, but lo, she was not in the mood.
The last few weeks have been punctuated by her worrying about these two tins of paint (whether they've been stolen, whether I threw them away because I do that kind of thing, whether they've exploded all over her antique Nottingham lace shawl and so on) and me looking for them, upstairs downstairs and in my lady's chamber, and getting panicky because I can't find them or even actually remember buying them. And, to cut a long story short--
ENTIRE BLOGOSPHERE: Too late!
--this morning, when she told me she hadn't had any sleep for clockworking about these damn tins of paint, I went downstairs, and there, in a sealed Sainsbury's plastic carry box in the corner under the shelves in the utility room behind the crate full of booze we don't seem to drink any more *deep breath*--was the paint.
Phew.
In other news, I shall hope to have at least one shop bit for you today.
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Date: 2008-11-25 12:05 pm (UTC)*eagerly awaiits more of the shop*
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Date: 2008-11-25 12:38 pm (UTC)Have you managed to open it to check it's still usable, though? *g*
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