Scrub-a-Dub-Dub

One man on a tub…

Back out this morning to rejoin battle with the forces of grime and the evil empire of skank that have colonised Herman2’s roof. The astute reader will remember that, last week, I retired to the pavillion beaten, after a half-arsed attempt to clean the roof, using the equivalent of lukewarm tramp’s piss and a Ken Dodd tickling stick.

This morning, I returned to the fray, better armed.

The wheelchair lift makes a handy platform for my step-ladder
The wheelchair lift makes a handy platform for my step-ladder
OK dirt. This time it's war!
OK dirt. This time it's war!

Armed with my bottle of Flash, marigolds and a couple of wire pan scrubbers [which sneaked out of the photo], I soon made short work of the recalcitrant dirt, mould, bird shit and other miscellaneous lifeforms, adorning Herman2’s roof.

Nearly done!
Nearly done!

I followed up this success by going over the areas where I’d peeled off all the vinyl lettering the other week and, using a wire pan scrubber soaked in white spirit, got rid of any bits of adhesive residue that was left behind. I’ve just got to sand down and prep the couple of rust spots now and we’re ready to begin “Operation Olive Drab”.

Clean boy [Apart from all the scummy roof water, dripping down the sides]
Clean boy [Apart from all the scummy roof water, dripping down the sides]

Still need to work out what I’m going to do to cover those damned windows though.