After a morning spent running around picking up supplies we eventually approached the task of plastering a wall … just a little wall to see how it turned out
Had a cup of tea, read The Sun, hitched up my trousers … lit a fag … and then made my first bucket of muck … well that’s what our builders called it
With the lady wife acting as plasters mate we had a go … good grief it was hard work … plasterers certainly earn their money … unfortunately I had a little section of wall beside me that the builders had done … mine was not up to scratch … but I think with a little sanding and some filling in the morning it will be ok
It was good enough to do the rest of the room … lady wife was working out how much she could hire me out to mates for … did I mention she was half Scottish?
We also got all the wood for the floor … slightly odd scenario of driving home with the roof down and 40 planks of pine floorboards sticking out the top of the Saab … we just stared straight ahead and pretended it wasn’t happening
Oh yeah and we got this cool thing called a plaster paddle … a long metal whisk that you put in your drill and you can mix paint and plaster and stuff … no more sticks and endless stirring … isn’t technology marvellous
Lots to do tomorrow but then a couple of days off while the plaster dries and then we can tackle more paintwork stripping
Lady wife goes back to work on Friday … hmmm leaving me with door and frame to strip … floor to lay … ceilings and walls to paint … replace all the furniture and books … ever get the feeling you’ve been had