The continuing adventures of Shed Girl!

There hadn't been much happening at Rumble Castle. JD completed a second white undercoat. I helped out a bit but found it easier to attend to the furniture that will be inhabiting the room (My idea to cover up the dark brown desk set will be to DIE for). During these few days of white upon white upon... JD came outside to look for me for some reason. He had been calling me for a while and found me in the garage (workshop), 'I now know what to call you! Went looking for you in each shed - you are Shed Girl!' Yes I do have three sheds in my backyard. I'm just glad it isn't my superhero power. I would be so disappointed.

Anyway, everything was going quite la lala la laa happily until JD went home over the weekend to visit his lady. I thought with a few days up my sleeve, I can spread out the work so I don't end up in codeine city again. Saturday wasn't too bad. Did the cutting in for the first white topcoat. Even went out that night for a drink and a dance. Couldn't use my left arm (strange as I'm right handed) but no one noticed enough to say anything. Gave myself Sunday off to lunch with William and Marie (Now there's a lame superhero duo if ever there was one).

Monday came and I thought, 'Just one roll over each wall. Won't take too long. Not too much pain to deal with. Go visit the folks after lunch. It will be all good.' Mixed up the paint. Gave myself a break before returning to begin (really don't have a great deal of strength in the arms at the moment). Picked up the tin to pour into the tray (I know this is basic - wait) then noticed a MASSIVE pool of paint around the bottom and all over the drop sheet. Dropped a few expletives myself and worked out that I'm not a clumsy paint mixer - there was a hole in the paint tin and since Saturday I had lost about a third of the tin. Complete panic occurred. Rang the only person who I knew to be home on that day who might come and help slap paint on anything that stayed still long enough (the dog's sleeping - I don't care - paint her!). Unfortunately, knight-in-shining-armour (KISA!) wasn't at home but still managed to wrangle a spare hour to slap some paint on poor Phoebes for me (Another story for another time - Asfat!). Thank you KISA - you're my hero of this week and I'm still very sorry about your Phoebes (also Asfat).

Eight hours later with only lightening breaks I managed to have used up all of the Alpaca White paint (How do they get those Alpacas so smooth and creamy?) Top coat No 1 done. Second Cutting in done. Window done. More of Phoebe done. Shed Girl? Done in completely.