Asleep on a Train

I should do this more often, blog that is. Life has moved on for all of us since I last had a crack at it (blogging that is, life is unavoidable). For me I had a glorious job that ended, a chance to make a new one that crapped out, and lately, a chance to tick off an item on my bucket list, a long time held dream of driving a big concrete mixing truck, known as agitators here in the Australian trucking world, and I don't know about what they are called in other parts of the world. The job is an interesting one, but I'm paid less than minimum wages and have to start work at ridiculously early times of the morning, but on the flipside, I also finish early in the afternoon, I'm just too tired to do anything with the time in the afternoon to truly value that time... still it gets us closer to paying the monthly mortgage than if I wasn't working, which is my preference, but hey, that's not how the dice rolled.

I've always been willing to "have a go" at Handyman or DIY efforts, and I recently got to thinking about what I'd have done along this line in the past, so I'm trying to make a list Going as far back as school holidays in the 60's, I remember mum getting us (me and my brothers) to do up our bedroom. We (maybe me) choose wall paper with bright orange circles in a cool 60's pattern. It took us the whole three week school break and I learnt how to wallpaper back then My next recollection was doing up a bathroom in the flat that my then girlfriend, Keri, and I lived in. This would have been in the mid 70's. The flat was an old place in Barbados Street, ChCh, and I remember extremely high ceilings, a claw footed cast iron bath and exposed pipes. I foolishly choose a rich dark green enamel paint with a blood red contrast for the window frames. It was cold and horrible and when the landlord saw it, he made us repaint it white, which was really hard to cov...