Sep 11, 2019: Mouse

While the cat’s away the mice will play. That’s what the say, anyway.

This mouse, however, is annoying himself with how goody-two-shoes he’s being about things while he has the house to himself.

Today I have tackled the job that I have been putting off for as long as humanly possibly. I have resealed the bath. The bath which, since installation has been resealed about three times, I think. The leakiest bath in Britain. Which, I am sure has nothing to do with the shoddy and unorthodox way the bathroom was done by shady ne’er-do-well Matthew “the plumber” and everything to do with, you know, something else.

But reseal I have.

With a lot of sealant. So, hopefully, it’ll work. And if it doesn’t. I don’t know, I give up. Or I’ll try again. With even more sealant.

I love using sealant. That gun thing that you put the cartridges into. Pulling the trigger. The way it keeps on coming even though you’re not pulling the trigger. Trying to release the level as quickly as possible. All that makes for a wonderful and non-stressful time where you’re not constantly going “Oh God!” as you find you’ve sealed yourself to something. Or got sealant on something else entirely.

And it always starts off really professionally but by the time you get to the end of the run with the gun, you’re all wonky and uneven. And then smoothing it out gets it everywhere and…

I am not a professional by any means, in case you couldn’t guess.

What’s even better is that we have silicon tools for the smoothing. I used them today. The work on the assumption that your surfaces are at 90 degree angles to each other.

So there’s that as well.

But hey, I done it.

And cut back all the ferns in the garden. And all the straight hazel from the twisted hazel.

I’m just a jobbing machine, making the most of my free time to really enjoy myself before I’m definitely in work again.

I think I might just take tomorrow to myself though.

Apart from the ironing.

And putting the bathroom back together.