How NOT to varnish a fIoor, just had to share...

Ok here goes,

As some of you will know I've had a hell of a year, but having gone through the mill am out the other side...

Yes there is light at the end of the tunnel, just don't get hit by the odd train on the way out....

So,I now am the owner of a complete wreck of a house... and with little money to spare am doing a lot of the work myself... I know a women let loose with power tools whatever next...

Well I'll tell you, The Floors.

Having sanded them last weekend, with little problem (mmm)
I let the dust settle for a week and am now in the process of varnishing them. A doddle - yup that's what I thought till this evening...

Having finally got the children to bed, made a start. Everything was going swimmingly. So as I have the sparkies coming in tomorrow to finish the work, I thought I'd better at least get a strip done so they don't traipse mud all over my floors - again !!

So now my dining room has the brazilian of the floor world, this was going well till I got to the door and heard a meow..

The cats were sitting on rolled up carpet (another story) watching my antics, so there I am backing out of the room when they launch themselves one at a time thank god into my arms, except I wasn't expecting them.. So I topple back into the hall, upendidng the tray of varnish and end up with one cat hanging on to my leg for dear life, the other over my shoulder, crawling its way down my back!!

So I detach the traumatised cats, who glare at me as though it's MY fault and go and sit on the stairs mocking me...

now I start to clear up the spilt varnish, wasn't the whole thing thank god but even so...and thinking, right just do this then I can sit down and watch Samantha Who, so I swing round to the sitting room to see if it's started...

Then I think oh yes a cuppa and a quick feet up, so I swing round to the Kitchen, brushing out the varnish still..

When a thought strikes me... How the fu hell am I going to get into the kitchen when I've just varnished my path and how the fhell am I then going to get into the sitting room when I've just done DITTO!!!

There's nothing for it, caffeine beckons.. I leap for the doorway in one huge stride, quite athletic, feeling really proud that I can launch myself - very Ninja like, begin my descent... look down and think ooooohhhhh SSSSSHHHHHiiiitttt, like in a movie. for there on the floor is one of the girls silky scarves, right where I'm about to land... just lying there discarded... just waiting for some poor unsuspecting muppet (ME).

Yup you got it.. too late to alter course, would probably do myself more injury trying...

So I land, skid, hit worktop, glance off, topple and end up head first in the bin, I kid you not.

A bin full of sawdust etc... the cats were practically sniggering..

I now no longer love my large over capacity brabantia bin - it eats people!

I just had to share my mini adventure on a cold wet sunday night....

And once you've picked yourself up off the floor from laughing...

I'm left wondering whether either of the kittens will get stuck to it tonight... just deserts for sniggering at me earlier.

LOL

Thank you sooo much for that. I was feeling a bit "lonely weekend and work tomorrow" sorry for myself, so that was priceless.

To pay you back, here is something that happened to my poor old Mum.

A while ago, when she was in her early 80s, she went out for the evening and returned, very chilly. It was a long walk from the bus stop and she comforted herself by thinking of the lovely hot bath she would have when she got in.

Well, she got in, thought the house didnt' seem very warm, but never mind, she went to run the bath. She got undressed before she discovered the water was stone cold - the boiler had packed up.

Being the optimist, she was undeterred. She popped her nighty and dressing gown on and went downstairs to make a hotwater bottle and a mug of cocoa to warm her bed and herself.

Back in her bedroom with the tray on the bedside table, she threw back the just-changed-that-morning sheets and flung the mug of cocoa into the bed instead of the hot water bottle!

Luckily, she hadn't drained the bath, so she whisked the sheets into the cold water to soak and fished out the dirty ones from the laundry basket. By the time she'd remade the bed she was quite warm!!

What upset her most was that she told this story to her friends and me, hoping for sympathy, and being greeted with gales of laughter!

ninj,
knowing that you came to not harm,this story has cheered me up.
take care,a bit at a time
xxxxx

Made me smile.....hope it looks great when dry x