The deal we agreed was that if Paul built the posts and installed the gates then I would paint them. The day was dry and bright so I set to work painting the gates with glossy, black paint. The non-drip paint went on smoothly and easily and I told myself this was a doddle. An hour or so later I had more paint on me than the gates and drips were appearing everywhere. My gallant husband took over and finished the job for me. Actually I think he was itching to get his hands on the paint brush because he knew he would make a better job of it.
I was supposed to be taking photos of the gates but I got distracted.
|Rick barking at the sparrows|
|Rick supervising the job|