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Why do we need a grout stripper?

Updated: Jul 11, 2022

Well, it's a Sunday and I promised I'd remember that we need some kind of tool to remove the silicone grouting around our shower base. Normally, much to 'er indoors irritation, I tend to forget what I've promised the minute I walk out of the door but this time I didn't. Instead, I lay awake all night with a heavy cold, alternating between blowing my nose and reminding myself that I must remember to get a grout stripping tool from B&Q the next day. So, it ended up being one of those days where we do domestic things and then feel bad because we haven't been creative. We did indeed go to B&Q for the grout stripping tool, as well as the silicone grouting, end even remembered to go back for some methylated spirits, which the man on YouTube said you need to clean the surface prior to applying the silicone. "My, my... you're going to have a real party today!" Said Dianne the B&Q lady, as we visited her aisle for the third time.

However, it's a brilliant hot summer's day today and one that has been long awaited here in the UK, so instead of fixing our leaking shower, I cleaned the barbecue we haven't used for two years, due to the paucity of weather decent enough to grill a monkfish kebab - which was the last thing grilled on the barbecue - and Jeannie watered the garden. Then we talked about art and drank some chilled white wine, as you do, sitting in the sun awhile. The intention was later to grill some aubergine slices with parmesan and red peppers. All went well until the gas gave out before we could finish grilling and we were obliged to finish it all off in a saute pan on the ceramic hob, brought out into the garden to give it some semblance of a barbecue.

Now she's playing the piano - something she doesn't do enough, as she's a pretty good pianist. I've still got a head full of cold and possibly a sunburned brow, but hey, ho. That was Sunday.

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