12th November 2024
I got to Lloyd and Nancy’s home just after 1.00pm, I wanted to degrease, sand and prime all the front frames of the base and wall hanging units. I brought all the necessary materials to do the job, including enthusiasm to get the task completed.
I removed all the drawers and started on the cleaning. Once that was done, I started on the sanding, now there isn’t anything that I don’t know about sanding.
All that took an hour, so I was looking forward to starting the priming.
I was well into the first unit, my hand was steady, and my line was straight.
I then noticed a tuff of something on the bottom rail, I grabbed it, and gave it a tug. Off it came, but my hand continued and hit the pot of paint that was resting on the floor. Plop! It went as it spilt the contents in a pool over the floor.
“Damn and blast!” I uttered as I calmly viewed the scene.
Are you kidding? I panicked, “Bollocks!” I shouted, knowing that Nancy had gone out, and Lloyd was in the basement.
“Shit!” I shouted, my poor brain was trying to process what to do, as this primer does dry quickly.
I desperately mopped it up using the brush to pour back into the pot. At this stage my hands were covered, but I didn’t care, with what seemed like hours I managed to clear up the pool, but I was left with the stain on the vinyl floor. Luckily I had brought a tin of denatured alcohol which cleans this kind of paint.
I was relieved when all trace of the paint had gone and the floor was perfectly clean.
I did have the thought what if the alcohol took off the pattern of the flooring?
The alcohol took off the pattern from the flooring!………no it didn’t, just joking, I would have had to kill myself if that had happened.
Now I was supper vigilant with the paint and made sure my hands were a safe distance from the pot.
I managed to prime all the base units, leaving the wall ones till later in the week.
I just wanted to get back home and crash out for the rest of the evening, exhausted by the mental trauma I had brought upon myself.