*Not a return. The first appearance ever. But that doesn’t really work as a sequel title.
After a week of procrastination (I got ‘The girl on the train’ from the library on a seven-day loan. I had to reorganise my priorities), I finally got down to the dirty business of grouting. The big book of DIY told me to mix the grout to a trowelling consistency – this must be a well known consistency as my beginner’s guide to tiling did not feel any need to elaborate on what that might look like. So I guessed. I imagine a bit lumpy and a bit watery is pretty close to what they meant.
Again, I found the tools for the job a bit unwieldy and ended up slapping on the grout by hand. (And then probably clogging up my sink pipe by washing my hands.) It was surprisingly satisfying to then push the grout around the tiles with the squeegee implement, with small amounts finishing up where it should. I put on extra just so I could do a bit more of that.
I then regretted the extra squeegeeing, as that meant the next bit was a lot messier. The next bit was removing the excess grout from the tiles so they looked pretty. Initially I didn’t think it would take that long, and made a cup of tea before I started. By the time I had finished, I had got through my entire stock of rag socks and had a lukewarm, extraordinarily strongly-brewed cuppa. But by the time I had finished, I was also mildly proud of my efforts.
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