4th August 2021
We needed to finish the corner unit. I had repaired one of the bottom doors that had come apart, and fitted wire netting in place of some tatty louvres. I needed to add some wooden edging to neaten up the back.
Once all the doors had been re fitted the piece was ready for pictures.
But, before that happened Bob, a friend of Larry ambled over. Larry was not at home at the time, so either Bob got bored waiting, or his booze had run out, but he came over and introduced himself.
He was a decorator, not just any decorator THE BEST DECORATOR in these parts.
He preceded to tell me what was wrong with the corner unit.
“The paints wrong, should be satin, the hinges are the wrong colour and all the gaps should be caulked. Do all that and you’ll be able to sell that for eight hundred dollars”
“ it would need to be made from gold to be able to sell at that price” I replied.
What began was a long drawn out conversation about everything. How he was related to Mary Queen of Scots, to his arts degree from Chicago.
He was pissed as a fart all right.
I was hoping that Kelli would come out to save me, but she kept the door closed, locked, and bolted. I was left to be savaged by a drunken decorator.
I was desperate to get back to my chair painting as the paint was already in the pot, awaiting spraying.
In the end I had to explain what I needed to do, so Bob staggered back to his van probably waiting to Larry to return.
I got on with my chair painting. It was bloody hot, even hotter in the tent, I had to watch the perspiration running down my face didn’t drop on to the surface I was painting.
Another Lifetime to go 