A LICK OF PAINT

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: The Imaginarium
Accidents happen!

Submitted: March 10, 2019

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Well, it had been an eventful day for all the wrong reasons. Having a dog who regularly dunks herself in mud and rolls in unspeakable substances, as you can appreciate, does not make for a pristine house. It’s just as well I’m not house-proud, but even I have standards. So we decide... that is hubby and me... that it’s time for a makeover, involving a lick of paint to the main living areas.

So, I take out said dog (Sadie who I actually adore and who is worth every single muddy paw print), for her daily walk and dunk, leaving hubby to undercoat the paintwork... his preference I hasten to add, while I’m away.

On my return, Sadie senses something is wrong and is decidedly reluctant to enter the house, which seems strangely ‘steamy’.

I take a few tentative steps down the hall and peep through the open door into the lounge. Hubby looms before me like an apparition, dripping in sweat and covered in white paint, buckets of water, various wet cloths and the equivalent of about two kitchen rolls, litter the room. “I’ve had an accident,” he says, his white face crestfallen.

I'd never have guessed,” I say, surveying the chaos.

Apparently, he had been happily painting away with the radio for company, when he got up to move the TV set and its stand to paint the skirting board behind. He placed the can of paint on the fireplace... or thought he had, and turned to heave the TV out of its alcove at which point, the paint can tipped over emptying its contents over the floor... great thick pools of the cascading stuff having formed on the carpet.

He had made a valiant attempt at cleaning it up, to the point of almost foaming at the mouth, but had hardly made an impact. So we formed a team, and spent most of the afternoon on our knees, rubbing and scrubbing like Alladin and Widow Twanky, in an attempt to soak the wretched stuff up.

So, it turned out to be not just a lick of paint, but more of a baptism. But hey, accidents happen and there are much worse things in life than a spilt can of paint, and there’s always the house insurance.

Now, a new carpet might be nice!


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