I brought out everything I could think of for wallpapering the metal walls. I brought the paste ready-mixed in a bucket as the only water available is from a turbulent River Lune.
I have decided to have one room for the creative chaos and another for the logical ordered systems – so that is even more metal wall to paper.
The perfectly imagined project is already unravelling. I imagined using some cables which are 3 cm thick, mostly on the floor, but briefly going up the wall and round the door. I cannot fix to the floor, because of agreement with owners, and the cables are no longer straight, due to previous use in situ and then being pulled off and stanley-knifed open, so getting them to lie where I want, will not work. They are also too heavy to glue to the metal wall. So I have left that out of my imaginings.
I am the only person on site today, so I locked myself in the mill, rather than leaving a distant door flapping in the wind, and open to intruders. There are usually scary noises from time to time, but I was scared to death when I heard a drill start up on the outside of the wall next to me. I thought someone was trying to take down a boarded up window and steal more stuff from inside the mill. Attack is the best method of defence, I thought, so I screamed at the intruder, ‘What do you think you are doing? Go away.’ He came up with a good excuse that he was from the security firm, hired by the previous owners and was taking his advert away. I had to eat lunch early to boost my sugar levels after the shock.
