Double header. Not bike related.
so I’m redoing the bedroom. Wardrobes, new trims, paint etc.
I spend a good couple of hours painting the really annoying and intricate cornice by brush and rolled the ceiling with ceiling white.
Next night after work, tired I put the final coat of ceiling white on and pat myself on the back.
This morning I wake up, look at the ceiling and wonder why it looks so patchy and whiter than it should.
I go out to the garage and see the tin I used the night before. It’s undercoat.
looks like I’ll be doing a THIRD bloody coat on that ceiling and cornice.
Also…
So today I’m at an install and I’d forgotten my earmuffs and was using a gas nailer in a small space. No problem. Grab some bog roll and stick it in my ears. Looks silly but gets the job done.
shortly after, I realise I’m supposed to be at a quote around the corner for a nice chunky job I’d like to get.
jump in the car, fly to the place and knock on the door. Customer lets me in and says hi etc but is looking at me strange. After a few minutes she asks if there’s something wrong with my ears.
bloody hell. I’d forgotten to pull out my makeshift earmuffs as I was in such a huffy.
Facepalm…