Little Painty Spider

Little Painty Spider.
Your Mum and sibling
To the white expanse
With its artexed craters
And valleys, to hide.
You though
Didn’t realise the
Roller was coming your
Way…nor did I. Then.
Too late.
Nevermind. You are now
Truly part of the
As your kind have long
Hoped for.
Gone but not forgotten.

Little Painty Spider


Too many cooks in the kitchen (decorating again)



get a little…


Ta Dah!

from holiday –
my beautiful daughter
who likes her room.

Don’t change the day job!

Dust sheets and ladders,
paint and paste,
wallpaper, masking tape
try not to waste
the paint at the bottom –
of tin or of tray,
rollers and paintbrushes
use what you may.
My DIY task
is now almost done
just need to use
the mastic gun.
I try not to fire it
in the wrong place
‘cos we all know
it’s more speed less haste!
Oops that might be wrong…

Anyone seen the tennis balls ?

We are busy decorating. From inside the room we hear a thud and then a slapping noise – these sounds are repeated five times at regular intervals. A while later I go into the hall intending to fetch us both a welcome drink and at my feet lay five soggy-looking tennis balls most are covered in grass and leafy material. Through the open door to the garden I see Rosy Posy looking expectantly towards me, her tail wagging furiously behind her. She chases after the balls that I chuck inaccurately around the garden – one hits her on the nose, a couple of them land on the garden table and bounce off again. She doesn’t mind, she would happily do this all afternoon – unfortunately we have to carry on with the paper-hanging. Later we take her for a walk along Yaverland beach and she returns with…a tennis ball that she has found left abandoned in the sand.

Blanking the Canvas

over imperfections,
papering over cracks,
appearances can be very…

A balanced view

“He’s up there with nothing on.” My Mum adjusts her glasses; in fact she takes them off and gives them a good wipe with her apron. I lean over to see what she’s on about. It’s the man opposite – up a ladder on the flat roof of their bay window. A nice but very reserved prison officer, I wonder what he would make of us two women peering out at him while he is obliviously getting on with the task at hand.
It reminds me of someone once who nearly fell off a ladder as I walked by many, many moons ago. Mending a fence with his mates he was and, as a fireman, used to ladders with the sure-footedness of a mountain goat. All in all, worrying but still rather flattering nonetheless.

A window opens

Minimal Word Monday
Like watching paint dry…Through the window

Home Help

These moments
All pull together
In a common aim

At painting
Dilapidated window frames
Change the door colour

Skies above
Tired but pleased
With progress made…almost

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