Spud has been keeping his head down.
He’d observed that things weren’t going so well with the paint situation, in spite of it being warmed and even whisked! It resolutely remained un-workable gloop.
And as I had to go off on a 18m round trip to buy some more paint, he hung out with Joe for the day. It’s hard to know quite who got the muddiest or the wettest, Spud or Joe. But one thing for sure I wasn’t letting Joe in the shower, he could go else where and hose down, preferably with Spud; my bathroom decorating had to enough to contend with, I didn’t need steam and condensation thrown into the mix.