This will be a short blog, because I am dead tired and suffering from a cold. Two others at the Tiling school are in a similar state. So its lots of oranges and fruit juice.
Stuart came up with another amusing story today. He recalled the time when a former student went to a customer’s house and started a job. The client asked him to tile over a dodgy bit of the wall, which the fellow did, with some reservation. As he was about to put on another tile into place, one of the tiles came loose and landed on his foot, piercing his shoe and embedding itself into his flesh. Blood began to pour out of the shoe.
For some reason the client, who was standing beside him, thought this was very funny and began to laugh. The tiler turned around and punched him in the face, breaking the man’s jaw.
The two men eventually realized the inappropriateness of their actions, and the tiler later returned to finish the job.
Here is a photo of the tiling bay that I must start to tile. Every surface is "squint", that is, not quite vertical or horizontal. In future blogs, you will see how I progress...
My hat flew off my head again yesterday. This time it landed in a tree. I now realize why no one in this town wears baseball caps. Its just too windy.
Just two more days until the end of the week. I then take a train down to the English city of York. My lodgings there will be in an old convent, just outside the city wall. The nuns there have assigned me St. Luke’s room. I expect a divine sleep.
On the subject of churches and the like, here are a few shots of one of the prominent cemetaries at the foot of Edinburgh Castle:
Very Mossy Tombstones, Castle in Background
Tombstone Close-up: Note the Flanking Skulls
On this macabre note, I will sign off.
2 comments:
Ooh, York! I hope you're well enough to enjoy it. The minster is lovely; be sure to see the chapter house.
Never mind the fruit juice mate, get yerself some Irn-Bru.
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