The morning well spent cleaning the rooms again, and printing pictures for the musician. Make some experiments with the "Fine Art" papers, the tonal range possible is fantastic, the only sad thing is the yellow tint of the paper. A thought occurs that this yellow tint may well save yellow ink whilst printing.
Time will show.
The mad electrician rings and says that he will be around at two.
Continue with the prints,
He arrives at two, all bustling and in a hurry. Attempt to explain the method by which the wires are fixed to the fuse box, but he is so sure of himself that he does not want to know. Let him get on with his work, wondering at some unusual methods he is using, but bowing to his superior knowledge all the while. Clean up the mess that ensues.
And then the blame comes. Be informed that the wires should have been mounted to enable trimming.
They were, but do not tell him any more that he would have to release the small strut to be able to get at them. This would be the explanation at the start of all this work that he just did not want to know about. There is no point in being righteous about it, the man will not listen at all.
After some hours of hard work on his part all is done, it is neat and it works. Who cares, it could have been done faster and more economically, but it is done now.
He insists on being taken out to a meal in a ridiculous restaurant at the end of town.
The place is noisy, because of tiled floors and a vaulted cieling.
See him off to Munich after all is said and done.
Go out for a drink in the bar and attempt to deliver the pictures there.
The barman is happy to receive his.
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