Yay for me
The quest to replace the fence continues...
I painted four fence panels today. They are large and have lots and lots and lots of surface area which must all be covered with paint including all the hard to reach bits that they can't reach by themselves (hah I'd like to see them try). The paint must get into all the nooks and crannies just like a vileda supermop as the adverts years ago would have us believe. Now we just need to replace the evil grey panels of doooom with nice fresh orange panels of joy. Yes orange is their colour, chosen to be the most natural of all the colours available... oh yes. In our bathroom the strange alien orange glow of some of the new panels even matches the colour of our orange walls. Well, as long as everything is coordinated.
Some random people that spoke to me today have noticed the new gate that I had put in. They think it looks much nicer than a gaping hole in the fence filled with pustulent bits of wood that fall down deliberately with horses that are just about to pounce through in groups of five and trample on people's gardens while laughing in that mostly-silent horsey way. Some of the people who noticed have dogs. Some do not. What does this mean?
I painted four fence panels today. They are large and have lots and lots and lots of surface area which must all be covered with paint including all the hard to reach bits that they can't reach by themselves (hah I'd like to see them try). The paint must get into all the nooks and crannies just like a vileda supermop as the adverts years ago would have us believe. Now we just need to replace the evil grey panels of doooom with nice fresh orange panels of joy. Yes orange is their colour, chosen to be the most natural of all the colours available... oh yes. In our bathroom the strange alien orange glow of some of the new panels even matches the colour of our orange walls. Well, as long as everything is coordinated.
Some random people that spoke to me today have noticed the new gate that I had put in. They think it looks much nicer than a gaping hole in the fence filled with pustulent bits of wood that fall down deliberately with horses that are just about to pounce through in groups of five and trample on people's gardens while laughing in that mostly-silent horsey way. Some of the people who noticed have dogs. Some do not. What does this mean?