stephbg | Lightning visit

kae_dash may have blinked and missed it, but I popped in to Exomod today to wave hello. I was in the region to drop off another Swancon reciept book at Planet Books (a division of Planet Everything Inc). It's not that I don't love you K, but it was lunchtime and I hate to disturb people at work and potentially piss off their customers.

Dropped in to Bunnings on the way home to get some Stuff, including a sample paint pot for the kitchen (*boing boing boing*). Perhaps unfortunately my first colour of choice was called Pumpkin Skin. Poor Pumpkin. I failed to locate a wall-mounted paper towel dispenser, but did manage an impulse buy of some gardening gloves. You can always use more of them.

Paint! The first blow against the pervasive lemon yellow interior!

The Ceiling Squirrels are due tomorrow "around lunchtime" to patch my wounded kitchen, with a followup visit to sand it back yet to be scheduled. Ah, the wonders of cash. I have a sneaking suspicion that my kitchen has not generated a great deal of GST for the government. I may be casting aspersions at the plumber, electrician, tiler and squirrels, but let's just say there's no paper trail to speak of. Except perhaps my deeply wounded bank balance :-(

Do have one thing to do before the squirrels come over tomorrow. I've got one screw left to extract from the wall. True to form for my lovely abode*, the previous owners had wildly over-engineered the curtain rail from which the disgusting pelments used to hang, and I ran out of precariously-balanced professional-women's-tennis-level grunt power to remove the last giant shallow slotted screw from up near the ceiling. Unfortunately the hands and wrists did not enjoy the concentrated pressure and were very sore today.

People, phillips head screws please!

Ah, I probably need to dig out the star plugs too. I'll go warm up the moravian swearing bear *poke*.

Tomorrow I plan to wade through our buckets, rags, sponges and assorted cleaning materials and retire the manky ones.

(*) The original reticulation system (which never worked) was built with a bizarre patchwork of industrial-grade components, none of which were compatible with domestic fittings. I flirted with farm suppliers for a bit ("you want a what?"), but then gave up and ripped the lot out. Gaffer tape will only take you so far :-(