The outhouse was, frankly, a bit horrible. On the outside, I mean. The woman who lived here before, and had since the 1940s, hadn’t done much to the house until she decided to sell it, at which point she got someone to come around and slap a coat of paint on everything.
EVERYTHING.
Any plants that got in the way were simply painted over. Result: a patchy wall. Doubly so when the big hydrangea that covered one wall of the outhouse, and the ivy on the other walls, curled up and died last summer.
This was the mess they left behind:
Pretty nasty, eh?
So yesterday we set out to sand them down and paint them. And do you know what? It wasn’t nearly so bad as we’d expected. I’d go so far as to say we had fun. The sun was out, the radio was on, we broke for an excellent lunch, and the four of us – me, Rich, Andrew and mum – worked on something together, with fantastic results.
Looksie:
That’s enough to make you feel good about the day, isn’t it.
Admittedly the whole outhouse is now so clean that it looks a bit like a static caravan, but it’s so much better than it was before. The patio is a whole lot more pleasant to sit at, and I think we can all feel satisfied at a job well done.
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what an impressive sight! Obviously you all worked very hard and tell Andrew that you didn’t get his best side!
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