Patience is a virtue
We should have been warned off when the first painter told us he didn’t want the job. Or, when the second one gave us such an outrageously expensive quote it was clear he didn’t want the job either.
But, with a small window of time and the weatherboards flaking more with every passing day, we ploughed on with our plans to have our house exterior painted from top to bottom, in July.
How the universe has mocked our ambitious plans.
We are now barely any closer to having a painted house than we were four weeks ago, despite the windows having been taped, layers of sanding dust covering every outside surface and piles of drop cloths and other equipment taking over the backyard.
It’s not our very professional and courteous painter’s fault – he did warn us that he’d only be working between the hours of 9.30am and 2.30pm.
This was so the temperature was warm enough for the paint to cure and had enough time to dry before it got cold overnight.
But what we didn’t realise is that if there was even a whisper of rain in the forecast, he wouldn’t turn up at all.
And almost every day since he first turned up, rain has threatened. Somehow, miraculously, all of the dry days have fallen on the weekend.
Making sure the paint dried hasn’t even been a problem – because not a speck has even made it onto the house.
In fact it’s been so long since we’ve seen our painter, grass has