The Eyes Of Sly

By Sly

Door, hall, painting...

Painting going on, it's a primer coat, gotta start somewhere and that shoulda been years ago. Still egged on by my beautiful, she and I we started nows. Waiting another two hours fifty mins before we can rest secure behind a closed door, and safely touch the newly painted woodwork. So much woodwork in one place you never realised until you had to cover up. Piller box red and imperial blue... The previous occupants got something over on us. Me really, I should done this years before. I guess I know this and knew it before. Perhaps once this is done, that naagging doubt in the back of your mind, that uneasy feeling of something left undone might disappear. Wishful thinking...

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