Springcleaning.......!

Springcleaning.......!

One could call it a mania, one could call it scrubbing, one can do it or one can leave it...!
If you do it, it has to be now - it's Spring!
No point making this face, if Mum has said "spring cleaning time" - that's it.....

Of course, if you're a Dad, you can always plead "previous engagements", but watch out - revenge can be quick and sweet..!

You see - Mum's can be, often, MANIAC, and this subject is an annual recurrence - guaranteed!
Now - it's not all doom and gloom - windows cleaned, dusting done, now seems to be the moment, for Mums, to decide that the whole place needs new wallpaper, a new colour of paint - and so on.
WHY she couldn't have decided that BEFORE dusting and cleaning remains her own personal mystery:
"Ours is not to ask why - ours is but to do or die".

Now - all this would be acceptable, except that when things get going, Dads find themselves suddenly alone, surrounded only by multiple tins of paint, rollers, brushes, stain removers, hand cleaners and multiple tools for which he has never seen the need for, but now possesses.
Dad knows, as well, that wearing that newish, stylish shirt - offered by mum last Christmas (now a distant thought)- is an absolute must - that way mum can let off steam about all the washing she must now do, and that keeps her out of his way!

On the other hand, the golf having been called of, there isn't a lot left for Dad to do, except - PAINT...!
Sure- just before starting, Dad has to check the PC for any new mail.

but that doesn't take long!
So - after a few minutes staring blankly at the paintpots and other equipment, just demanding to be used - a gnawing doubt enters Dad's mind, and just the thought of gnawing makes a visit to the nearest hamburger joint - just to buck up the moral:
Now, after all these efforts, accompanied for the moment by son's and daughters (strangely enough), Dad's find themselves finally back in front of the blank wall, surrounded by his friendly painpots, son's and daughter's disappeared again, quite magically, and when thev door opens to present a friendly scowling Mum, then Dad knows it's time, and tries to save the situation by giving a larger than life beam, designed to de-poison the situation:

It never works...!
Happily, help is at hand, the doorbell rings, and instead of the normal "short thrift" given to such intruders, Dad enters into debate!

Finally,
of course, there are no more excuses to be found, and the paintpots, brushes and all the other paraphenalia finally meet their doom!

Time passes - even for artists, and Dad knows, or hopes, that at the end of the day he will get his reward..............!

As you have probably figured out by now, this article was produced to try out my ".GIF" format images - and they seem to work - at least on this page.....!

   Trials-trials:

Bye for now.........!

Vauvert April 2009                                               (iwmpop)