The End is Not Nigh Enough

You have to sand a second time, once the wood filler is dry.  Didn’t take very long, but still creates horrible clean-up.  Painting however, all white and smooth is more enjoyable.  Even though it takes four hours for the first coat to sink in and dry.  In the meantime, I thought I’d sand the interior of the wee weird door and the wooden stairs leading up to it.  Reclaim the kitchen from dustsheets.

The main reason I started all this wee weird door revamp is that there is a school and a nursery at the top of the very steep hill.  The nursery kids love chapping wee weird door and peering in wee weird window as they think the fairy queen lives there (she does).  One of the twelve to fourteen-year-old boys however, thinks something much scarier lives behind said door (she does).  In his fear-based bravado, he takes running leaps and kicks poor door.  Hard.  Last winter, causing a piece of the door’s wood trim to completely burst off, two paintings and a clock to fall off the wall and me to call the police as I thought a shotgun had gone off.

I thought if I made poor door pretty, or even opened it for a while and he could see it’s just a kitchen – where the fairy queen lives obviously - that the kicking might stop. 

We’ll see.

I repaired a small hole in the door, but even sanding the filler down, can’t get the piece of wood trim to fit back in.  Can’t finish sanding, or paint, until it fits. 

It’s the Cinderella door.

Kicky boy probably has lack in his life; lack of respect for people’s property, lack of ways to channel aggression, like kicking a football. 

Mostly, lack of having his arse kicked. 

(Metaphorically).