14th November 2018
Work on the large bedroom begins. More of my raw animal strength prising up the old boards. It got so physical I even had to take my shirt off.
” Ewe gross!” Kelli exclaimed when I told her, I explained that no one would see me, although my work jeans are getting heavier each day as I wipe my hands of glue, filler and plaster. One day they will crack in half when I put them on, then I know it will be the end of the job. There is something pleasing about just wiping hands on the clothes you are wearing, I was not allowed to do it when I was a kid, so the rebel in me prevails.
I take pride in wearing them when I visit builders merchants to buy materials, I get the knowing looks from the other tradesmen. I am part of a special club that I feel privileged to be a member. Often I arrive at these places with a pencil still lodged behind my ear, a true sign of a skilled man. If truth be known most of the time I had forgotten I put it there, and cursed when I couldn’t find it when I needed it. It will reappear in different places, like when I’m in the shower, it will drop on the tray where I will utter “Ah yes now I remember”. Or it will drop into the toilet when I will say “better leave it, hope it gets flushed away”
Another Lifetime to go 