Charlie Snape

Charlie should soon be coming home;even he can't catch fish in the dark. Sybil had finished painting one wall in their dining room and didn't think he would be too distressed with her efforts.

Now when it came to tiling she knew a skilled craftsman would be used. It was only by experimenting we learn but this wasn't the case with tiling. Sybil knew that there was only so many times you could say sorry and be beleived.

More than a decade had past since she tried to lay cheap,peal off tiles in their outside porch. Knowing how anxious and sensative he was to her 'have-a-go approach' she had waited until he had gone to bed before sloshing the tiles down.

Poor Charlie seemed very quiet and tetchy when he discovered her activities the following day. She had tried to make light of it by saying she didn't quite know how she got glue on her knickers nor on all the door handles.

It had seemed a long old day and night as he donned his boiler suit and hacked away furiously at what she had laid down. She thought she saw tears in his eyes but decided not to say anything but to go shopping instead. What made the matter more complicated was that he was a perfectionist whilst she was 'It's fine'...always wanting to make the best of it.
Stock answers included 'You won't see unless you get close up!

Sybil wondered how they had managed to exist under the same roof without media attention or chairs pulled up outside waiting for another show to begin....actually...to date it hadn't got to that...but wait...what about her emulsioning...now where was her tin hat!