This afternoon we finished the extensive work we started in the front on Monday. I was cutting the bougainvillea down on Monday, but had had enough of doing this loathsome task every month or two, so I asked Nick if I could take it out, as he had been wanting to chop it down for some time. He came and helped right away, sawing all the branches off, and then dragging it out the garden and up the road to the school yard, where Public Works collected it a few days later. Unfortunately the wall where the b/v had been wasn’t in great shape, so Nick did some pointing up on the wall, and then it needed painting. I tried to start painting on Tuesday or Wednesday with a very light (almost white) enamel, but it was pretty hopeless going on. The stones are still being held together with mud in some places, so the paint didn’t stick to it at all, and in other places the old paint came away with the paintbrush. Yesterday we got hold of some acrylic paint in a closer shade to the house colour, and it went on much better. Still, it was like trying to ice a 3-week old cake, which tends to crumble and flake as you apply the icing, so in places the paint had to be thrown into the holes, almost literally. I got most of the painting done yesterday afternoon while Nick was out at Tammy for a band practice, but when he got home he helped with the really big holes and patches, while I dabbed at it with a smaller brush.
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I just HAVE to say that "Nick" and "painting" haven't gone together well - in the past... ? or maybe I should say that if Nick can paint enamel over a glass window, he can paint it anywhere!!
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