Painter's Mate

It was raining outside anyway, might as well bite the bullet. Had ran out of excuses anyhow.

Seems no time at all since we'd enthusiastically planned out the spaceship airlock look but it was time for the wee man to move on and up. Chose the colours himself, emptied the place, prepped, polyfilla'd and painted like a teen possessed. Never complained once about any of the music that accompanied his shift either. Almost done in one session too, only a bit of touching up in daylight and we'll be good.

Great effort Slug. Now to think up an excuse to avoid the trip to the Big Blue Shed...