I refer, of course, to the crawling on hands and knees I’ve been doing.
One cannot tile a floor without lots of knee action, and mine are now on strike, so it’s just as well that I’ve finished the job! It’s tiled, grouted, sponged and sponged again. I still have to buff it, but I propose to do that with rags tied to my feet, swanning about like a geriatric ballerina doing glissades. At some stage after the plumber has been on Monday to install the new loo, deal with the shower and taps, and install the dishwasher, sink and gas hob in the kitchen, I will have to do a spot more grovelling to install the tile skirting/baseboard, but sufficient unto the day, and all that. I’m really rather pleased with how this looks 🙂
St Bill the Chippy is slowly withdrawing his equipment. At one stage the entire living room, garage and kitchen were filled with sawhorses, compressors, air hoses, nailguns, drop saws, cordless this and hammer that, endless sawdust, woodchips, old nails and screws, new nails and screws, offcuts of timber, mouldings and trims, shelves, beading, architrave, noggins, studs, doors off their hinges and I don’t know what else. It was his preferred working environment, and I picked my way around it all. Now, suddenly, rooms are reappearing from under the mulch of equipment. So what are we doing? Yup, establishing our own mulch of stuff. Boxes of books, files, piles of quilts and curtains, heaps of cushions, crash helmets… well, you get the idea.
But in between, we actually had the breakfast bar clear enough we could eat lunch at it, and the kitchen counter is clear (if not yet dusted and washed) so I can oil it tomorrow before I start painting elsewhere.
Those shelves are the same butcher block timber as the benchtop, which I think is going to look great against white walls. That’ll be my job, then…. Meanwhile, Monday is plumbing day, Tuesday is sparky day, when the range hood is hooked up, the electric oven goes in, the ceiling lights will be fitted in the kitchen, I get all my double power points, and last but not least, the fan/ heat/ light unit goes into the bathroom ceiling. I think we’re in the home stretch. Just a few doors to go back on their hinges on Wednesday, and we can sort of move house… Enough to sleep and eat there, even if all our possessions are not yet there, especially my sewing room, the least ‘necessary’ room in the house 😦
It’s been a hard day. Time for a cuppa and several bickies.