A Singaporean In Australia

I found out later it wasn't the gutters I was supposed to pain. I don't know what you call these here but in Singapore we usually call them fascia and the projects I was dealing with only involved aluminium or glass panels as fascia.

Whatever it is, the job has to be done. Well, I wasn't feeling that great because there was a hemorrhoid problem acting up. So sitting on hot tiles on the roof where part of the fascia goes to wasn't exactly my idea of spending a nice Easter holiday but like I said, the job had to be done so I turned up.

I walked into Bunnings and saw every staff wearing bunny ears hand bands. I even spotted an elderly female staff hopping around like a rabbit. Aussies really get into things when they do, don't they? There was free flow Hot-crossed buns, I would have eaten a whole pack if it was a normal day because I am ... well Singaporean. However I was on a diet so I didn't touch any. What a sin for a Singaporean to commit. This is the kind of thing that makes Christ rise from his grave in anger.

I painted fascia all around the house and finished the job by lunch time. (only to know I have missed one area after a few days and had to go back to finish up) I thought I would paint the wooden side gate as well. It seemed like a fast and easy job at first because I was painting the front face. Once I went on to the back of the door, I found the bracing components annoying like fuck. However, I did a pretty good job. MIL couldn't complain. It is already mid Autumn by now. I better keep going before Winter comes.