After a uneasy night -not because of the computer, because of our daughter who joined us at about two o'clock- I but my old friend on the operating table and opened his chest carefully. At first glance I realized that he had to pay for my last efforts on my workbench. The whole interior was covered with fine dusty powder; probably the remains of my last airbrushing sessions.
|Can any of you distinguish the different colour particles in the dust?|
However I decided to give my computer a long and comfortable hoover session after which he looked in the more or less clean state he's used to.
But I decided to go a step further. I spent the whole day with cleaning and tidying up my workbench and the storage room it is located in. Finally I turned this deadly trap for any allergy sufferer into a more or less pleasant place. Actually I suppose it wasn't cleaner since who moved here.
My dear fellow Old Nick will be delighted to read that because he'll spent the next night at ours and will have a camp bed in here. Anyhow judge the result yourselves:
|Monty's workbench as clean as possible.|
|My "Painting Chest"...|
|The first half of the Hoch- und Deutschmeister. Some more progress.|