Pocket Rocket

Only a month or so ago I had a little dream of selling our house next Spring.  With Merv injuring himself and his HD creating further decline my little dream is now a nightmare with a sale six month earlier.  I have a plan.  I always have a plan.
Part of my tailored plan was to hire a painter to paint my neglected fascias (the metal under the gutters).  I can see Mr Painter perched cheerfully on his ladder wearing his old white stained overalls, cap on his head and rag hanging out of his back pocket.  He whistles as he slaps the classic cream paint on my nicely prepped fascias.   Hmm, a nice day dream.
Yesterday in the heat of the day I went outside and spent a minute or two checking out my slightly rusted, pink mottled fascias.  Yep, a trip to Bunnings, a half hour how to do instruction from a fresh faced sales assistant and my scruffy cheerful painter is replaced by, wait for it, yes, me.  I don't wear overalls but a baggy shirt and a pair of old trousers with my iPhone shoved in my pocket.  (always take my phone, if I trip I can ring someone, maybe).  I pretend I'm singing with butterflies flitting close by.  The truth is I'll be sloshing the old paint on while cursing the sun cooks me or the rain splutters upon me! 
Being a realist, at times, I figure I could do so many metres each day.  I know the preparation is the big job and the painting is just the icing on the top.  I will save at least 75% of the cost if not more.  I can do it.  I'm good with a ladder up to the roof line but I daren't go further.  My house, a relic of the 70's has two gablets.  Yes I looked that up on Google.  It's a baby sized gable.  The front gablet which is seen from the road was repainted once, probably fifteen years ago.  The other gablet hidden by a side fence has lived it's life without any maintenance.  It's a mess. 
My imagination does a double take.  I see myself on the top rung of my longest ladder with paint pot balancing gingerly.  Down comes the ladder with me next.  I hit the concrete laying very still. 
OK too much imagining.  I ring the professionals and happily they return my call and pay me a visit.  I shall live to see another day.
Newly painted fasicas - a DYI project, a goal and a dream to bring alive.

Side Gablet, needs an overhaul!

Front Gablet needs a paint job also