We’ve lived here 10 days now and we are fitter, more exhausted and happier than we have been in a long time. We both have bruises all over us, have pains where we didn’t even know we had muscles, and are totally focused on getting the house to a state where we can start rebuilding.
Skip 2 is full and waiting to go and we know skip 3 will be required!
He’s made a new loft hatch (the old one harboured some of the worst smells in the whole place) and loving the new tools!
However we have progressed from hazard suite to overalls, and I love mine. I now understand why Angel wears them all the time in ‘Escape to the Château’! I sent a photo to a friend and she said I look cute in mine – I’ll take that.
I am stripping carpet gripper strips and wallpaper, and it is everywhere… it has been painted over several times with vinyl silk paint, and it does not want to leave the building! My trusty steamer is on overtime and my scraper is on overtime, but nothing, nothing is as painful to remove as the carpet gripper. I know, I know, what am I on about? Just pop it up, it’s easy, you’ve all done it. But not here, oh no, this stuff is welded to the floor, I’m telling you. I can’t get the screwdriver under it to get started and the nails, no easy pull nails here! No, oh no, we have the ones that grip, you know, that you can’t pull out, they hold on for grim death. I am in agony, my hands hurt so much, I have blisters and my back is screaming. Whoever put this down, had no intention of it coming out. I hate it!
And Patricia you ask? That is thanks to Jane who edits this blog for for me. I've had an ear worm all day and it has conjured up many happy memories... Those who were on the Ireland, or was it Scotland choir tour in the 80's will probably now be singing along too.
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