A wall in Moscow

This story is not fascinating and the world won't stop turning but it is a conundrum to ponder on if you are that way inclined as I am. I think about things from the important to the trivial on an hourly basis. At times, you would not want to be in my mind. It can be a dark damp place with mushrooms growing in it. The darkness is occasionally broken by flecks of light shinning through the cracks in the floor boards above. Questions such as, is the moon made of cheese? Why do spiders have eight legs? Why do men have nipples? Why do women paint their toe nails? Why do our ears make ear wax? If you collected all the fluff from your navel, could you knit a jumper? Is the EU a good thing? Will a Tsunami flood New York, Will Iran kill us all? Why do I like junk food when it makes me fat? Why why, why?

Walking in Moscow today, I saw a wall being painted. I had seen it before when I was walking with my kid to a park, but thought nothing of it. Its a big wall of an embassy. The wall is high and split into sections, divided by columns. Now I don't know if this Russian logic or the logic of any worker the world over but it made me laugh. Last week, the workers started chipping off the old lose cement and scraping off the flaking paint on the sections of the wall, they also began to fill in the cracks with new cement. They started the work early last week and  its now Wednesday and still unfinished. Today, I noticed they have painted and finished one section of the wall and as I said the wall is split into about ten sections divided by columns. One section is finished and painted, the other sections either side of it still need to be repaired and painted. Why didn't the workers scrape of and recement all the sections of the wall and then paint the whole wall rather than one section? This is what I would have done. Prepare and paint, the golden rule of painting. People are funny and I will never understand them.