We did have a lovely Saturday night, but as is the general rules of cause and effect, we had a pretty terrible Sunday. The day itself was beautiful, and I did manage to paint the kitchen, but we were hung over*, and so the day dragged, with a few bad words spoken, until the time** when we could sit down and veg out with all our recorded programmes, which included Strictly, Merlin, Doctor Who*** and X-Factor. Whether you consider that list your idea of hell, or a bundle of pleasure for the whole family, will inevitably be dependent on how you view the world.
Brad and Angelina stayed over, with their maggots, and it was a pleasure as always to have their company. They are undertaking their own DIY activities right now so we had a bit of a chat over methods and materials. It is fair to say that Brad is a man with many talents and interests, but DIY is not one of them. Having said that, on a quick trip to Tesco the previous evening to buy beer, we did spend way to long in the odds and ends aisle, and we were both very impressed with a Dulux brush set which had the most tactile brushes a chap has ever handled. The pack included a brush with the bristles in a triangle, so shaped for cutting in. Based on this experience, I have not given up hope that Brad can develop very nicely in to the worst kind of DIY person - very interested in the purchasing of tools, but less good at their use. And if Brad wants to write in to give me some stick, I probably deserve it.
Final news was that Uncle Chippy brought round some oak-veneered MDF that was left over from one of his jobs, so is free to me and will make a very nice built in desk. I did have ideas of grandeur that I would get a free-standing desk, but finances are tight so needs must and all that. Uncle also brought round the oil and wax to finish off the wood, so all's well in the Scobi world. I just need to find a few moments to make it.
* I blame a very nice vintage port. I must remember "sip, don't gulp".
** 3pm, if you are interested
*** Which we now know really is a question. Kind of one in the eye for that old knock-knock joke.