… from my usual schedule, I have been working on a Sunday morning.
Well, sort-of morning, because it was somewhat late when I heaved myself out of my stinking pit. And after breakfast, there was a little bit of morning left so I decided I would tile the back wall behind the concrete base I laid yesterday.
You can see that tiling is yet another one of the things that I’m no good at and it doesn’t help not having a wall that’s perfectly upright and straight either. But then again, it’s done and a blind man would be pleased to see it. And it’ll probably look better when it’s been grouted. But that’s not going to be for a while. At least all of the wood that will be stacked up in here to burn when the stove is connected won’t damage the wallpaper and the tiles will be easy to clean.
There’s a story behind these tiles too. When I was living with Laurence and her daughter Roxanne, Roxanne’s class at school decided that they would make some mosaics out of broken tiles and the teacher asked all of the parents to send their kids to school with some broken tiles. I didn’t have any in those days so I rang up a tile fitter I knew to see if he had any.
“Come round and I’ll give you some” he said.
So I went round and he loaded up my car with about half a tonne of tiles. Some were broken but many were undamaged and far too good to send to school so I brought them down here. And as my room is going to be light blue, I had a good rummage through the pile of tiles and found a load of light blue ones.
And here you are.
15:30 when I knocked off for lunch and then this afternoon I’ve been doing my coursework. I have to get back into this studying thing again.
