It was a hive of activity in the house today. Not for Mirinda, mind. She had uni then a performance of Giselle to attend. While the ballet sounded good (for her), I was busy blocking out light and working out square metreage.
Next month, while Mirinda is attending her first ever archaeological dig, I will be living in the stuga. This is to allow Harald and Roger unfettered access to the house in order to paint the rooms, currently adorned with wallpaper. The other day, Harald asked if we could work out how much of each paint he will need. This meant working out how many square metres need to be covered. The scrawlings and scratchings above are my attempt at a solution.
It’s an odd job for a man with little maths knowledge. Still, I think I managed to get it right. I have another room to go (kitchen) but managed to finished the lounge and corridor.
Mind you, it took a while given the number of errors I made and, fortunately, discovered. It reminded me of the time I had to work out the volume of the irregularly shaped steps at Farnham, so that Builder Dave could buy the gravel that was to be sealed inside. That took a bit of working out but, I’m happy to say, it worked out just fine.
However, I think I preferred my other jobs today.
The blinds in the green room needed replacing – one old one had a tear in it and the other wasn’t very good at its job. That took a while but, eventually, the room was effectively plunged into darkness before the sun went down.
Speaking of the sun, a very important task was to hang a temporary glare shield in order to allow daytime TV viewing to proceed without being blinded by the light. It’s an easy, no nonsense fix which allows us to remove it when we are not watching the TV. I’m proud of its simple elegance.
When Mirinda came home she was full of praise but then wanted to know when I’d be making a second one. To be completely honest, I didn’t know I was supposed to make two.
It was pretty necessary today, given the sudden influx of sunshine during most of the day. Blocking out the glare made it a lot easier to watch the snooker.
Sadly, I forgot to plant the forget-me-nots in the front garden. Of course, there is the possibility I did it deliberately in order to be able to write the preceding sentence.
PS: Can I just say that the synopsis for Giselle is mad.
