My mother-in-law has sent me an unexpected prezzie. lt’s almost as if she knows me:
I bet you two are the life and soul of any party.
Er... what does that mean? (for I am a pandacracker of very little Brain)
l was trimming some dead, dry skin from the end of my thumb using my Swiss Army Knife when l saw a tiny amount of blood, and realised l’d nicked myself without feeling so much as a twinge.
Unwhinge? Damn, l can sharpen a knife!
(Or l’ve contracted leprosy).
If you prepare the surface correctly and use a good under coat it should be good, personally i do like it, but each to his ownImmersed in my DIY spasm and needing encouragement, I was sceptical about the One-Coat gloss paint, which I found in my store. If it was any good, why did I not remember it? Taking the lid off was not entirely reassuring. On the bright side, there was plenty of it; had I used it at all?
It had curdled somewhat but the tin gave me gruff advice not to mix it; I was soon, gingerly, pasting its brilliant white phlegm onto my door-frame. See how it goes, eh?
Providing it dries - and it seems to be doing - the answer will be splendidly! Better, by far, than I had anticipated. That little investment of ten years ago may serve to cover the rest of the house, in a season when there is more time than money!