Ahead of a slightly lighter programme of activities, a morning of tiresome but necessary spadework, re-hanging and re-arranging some of the paintings and other exhibits, in the windows of the empty, former Clydesdale Bank at the junction of the High Street and the pedestrian precinct. Apart from transforming the dismally empty windows, the vividly coloured paintings and tapestry have drawn an impressive number of interested passers-by who would normally have walked on without a pause.
Prior to this, our first task of the day was to supervise the hanging of three large, loudly and proudly painted murals, loaned by the community learning department, in front of the ugly, neglected gap site next to the Post Office. This exercise led to a priceless scenario of male pride versus male bluster. Before unloading the murals, the two guys who were delivering them, decided to temporarily park their trailer in the narrow exit/entrance to the mail sorting office. Sadly, this strategy co-incided with the attempted exit behind them of a car, and the thwarted entry of a Royal Mail van in front of them. Soon there was much angry honking and blaring of horns. This was followed by a great waving of arms, and the air became blue and jagged with recrimination, raucous doubts cast on the legitimacy of each other’s birth, and mutual accusations of what a civilized blogger can only describe as excessive indulgence in self-pleasuring activities.
Still, the murals looked nice