part one: the one with the precipitation woes.
it’s Husband birthday this week so he’s taken time off work, and since we’re not going away this year, i guess this counts as our summer holidays?
we have a load of DIY jobs to plough through which is almost the same as lying on a beach somewhere, so i don’t feel, like, cheated or anything.
well, when everything eventually began to thaw, the sneaky water caused a teeny tiny ceiling collapse, and we’ve been *brainskim*(ignoring) it ever since.
so this weekend, while i got on with my tasks on the middle floor – tidying up, finishing off, final coats of white paint jobs (wtf was i thinking??!! —>) – Husband’s project was chipping out ruined plaster and uncovering ancient soot.
^ these are my worst kind of jobs, so i’m glad i was hardly involved.
one of my other least favourite jobs is mixing plaster.
but it’s just what us women have to do, right? luckily, actually applying the plaster is Man Work.
here is Husband, relaxing on his summer holidays:
oh, i hate plastering, but i do love the smell of shiny fresh plaster as it dries.
outside, the torrential showerpocalypse of summer 2012 continued…
too much for the old cast iron to cope with, the downpipe decided to separate from the guttering. (it’s 3 floors up, we’ll be *brainskimming* this one for ages yet)
oh i do hate the smell of old damp plaster as it dries.