Best laid plans for the long bank holiday weekend did not, alas, survive contact with reality.....
I set myself a realistic goal, but despite taking Friday off, was unable to apply myself until very late in the day, and then it was forcing myself to do something......anything in fact.
I set to cleaning up more Spencer Smith plastics for Waldow; a happy discovery was that I had already tackled the cavalry. For the uninitiated, cleaning up these figures involves removing various degrees of flash and mould line running right around the figure. Some have access plastic (horses mostly) where the moulds were worn. This has to be done with a fresh scalpel blade; when you start getting "furring" or resistance it's time to change the blade. Fortunately, having worked in the medical profession, I acquired a lot of sterile expired scalpel blades and some disposable scalpels which I have been using over the years. I have lots of blades that are still perfectly serviceable after use, just not on the plastics.
It is laborious, tedious and unrewarding work. Despite wanting to crack on with it, I found myself struggling due to my mood. Come Saturday, I awoke with fresh enthusiasm and with the aid of podcasts, worked through to the point where they were cleaned, casting holes filled and flagpoles glued in place. Only two Grenadier drummers and four light infantry required head swaps.
My plan was to put on a coat of varnish to seal them before undercoating, which I managed. Unfortunately, while Saturday had been ideal weather, Sunday was cloudy and windy so no black spray.......
I still thought I'd manage to do something else, but the enthusiasm and positive mindset completely evaporated and I've found myself fighting off depressive thoughts - Churchill's Black Dog. It's been a while since I've been so visited. I suspect it's because work has been so busy, not helped by someone recently retiring at two years earlier than I will be able to!
So I plod along dreaming of retirement or even a modest lottery win!