Help! Attack of the Poltergeists

Martin Rice's question this morning, about how long it had taken me to customise the "white chocolate" Imperial 65, stumped me for a second or two. I realised the truth was the best part of three days. But then I remembered that somewhere in the middle of all that, I had completely lost one whole day, during which time the various parts of the Imperial had hung unattended outside, gently swaying in the freezing breeze. So it was really one day to strip down the machine completely (an inordinate amount of which was spent battling immovable screws, then laboriously applying masking tape) and repaint the parts, another part of a day to fix the drawband and put the typewriter back together again, applying to it fresh decals.
So where had that lost day gone? Well, maybe it's the cold, foggy weather we've been experiencing this week, but my brain has been clearly numbed and is suffering from a decided fogginess. At a time when even more friends and idols have fallen off this mortal coil, giving me a heightened sense of my own mortality, here's my tale of woe.

Typed on my Spanish keyboard Remington Rand Model 1.