Dust. I haz it.
It’s not often that I have to dress up to appear on this blog, but today I made an exception. As you can see, ’smart casual’ is the dress code for Club Frumplington. Strictly no trainers permitted, of course; after all, you have to have some standards, don’t you? Otherwise any old riff-raff would be allowed in.
The reason for all the fancy clobber I’m wearing? A bit of DIY. We’re sanding the stairs and getting rid of all the floor paint that we thought was so smart last year. (It’s a dusty job, but someone’s gotta do it.) It’s time, we thought (inspired by a home decorating blog) to expose the woodwork and let the grain and all the knots show through. We’ll give it a coat of some decent woodstain (a light oak or a beech, perhaps) to finish — if we ever get the paint off, that is. We’ve contacted a discount mail order DIY supplies company and ordered some more sandpaper. If it’s to do the job properly, it’ll have to be like Bernard Manning’s humour: very coarse. And another thing: there’ll be no time for sitting around pretending the sander is a mobile phone.
Honestly! You just can’t get the staff, can you?
