Cover Up

 


Pictured, the fruits of yesterday's endeavours in the workshop - amid much chuntering, walking back and forth to the bathroom and back down to the studio - measure, cut, measure, cut [it's a good step back and to from studio to house and some thousands of steps can be added to my daily total this way]: a seemingly trivial bit of boxing-in twixt bath and bog. It turned out pretty well, methinks, although its reverse is nowhere near as neat as its obverse, but I care not; it's only set-dressing, after all: this smidgeon of carpentry now hides the excrescence of assorted pipework and shit plaster that has been a domestic bone of contention for some - too much - time. I started work on the bathroom woodwork sometime in the last ice-age, and for some unaccountable reason, I've let it slip. And let it slip. And let it slip: und so weiter, ad nauseam, ad infinitum; a victim to my procrastination and the diversions of sundry other probably - certainly - less pressing tasks. Still, work is now well under way to remedy this torpitudinous status quo, and I'm quite enjoying myself fiddling about with domestic woodwork again. Keep you posted on progress...

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