With significant reluctance, one of the greatest pleasures for a man or indeed woman comes to an end – my tiling. Over the last few weeks, in those regular breaks from writing, I have been cleaning carefully around each tile, removing traces of stray tiling cement:
As you may appreciate, this is a task only for the patient. But then the grouting began, filling in those trenches around 450 tiles or so.
A messy job at times, but satisfying (Mick Jagger obviously never tiled …):
I can certainly get some …
… satisfaction from this:
And this:
I … can … get … some …
… sa-tis-fac-tion …
Well, maybe not quite … I have already identified the next task or three: the kitchen floor, the walls, the exterior of our apartment block. You name it, I’ll tile it.
