Yesterday, painting, and cleaning up after ourselves went well. Although we had to work very hard to get done with the ordinary rooms, and ordinary paint. The remaining rooms all need waterproof paint for kitchens, and bathrooms. For another week we said to ourselves, we, the three musketeers.
Or, should it be decorteers, or renovateers, or perhaps exhaustateers. Or perhaps three people too bloody old for taking on something like this...with a deadline. Or at least, with constraints we put on ourselves in order to cause my mother as least disruption as possible. At least we have managed to keep the place looking as if nothing much is happening. Not an easy feat, I can tell you.
However, the new washing tub, for the laundry was a pig to make work. What should have been a simple exchange, the old, for the new, almost same fixings, same same size etc. turned out to be awkward in every way. The tub is several millimetres smaller than the old one, tiles, still newish, were not put under the old one, so a big gap of old Lino was visible. Not a pretty sight, and we were all ticked off about it to varying degrees. Left over tiles, were eventually found in the outside shed, but still, laying them, and letting them dry overnight, delayed everything. We were supposed to be done yesterday, but it did not happen.
Today, Sunday, tiles were dry, tub heaved into position, and fitting commenced. Of course, none of the supplied fittings fitted. The new ones, purchased specially, failed to do the job either. A leak, and another set of extra pipes, and several hours later. It was done. In the meantime, the poor guy who was stuck with the job, had me on his back too. I was becoming stressed for lack of time, because I needed to get all the curtain, I took down, washed, and dried before we left. Little chance of that I decided.
I must say, he was so patient. If it had been me, struggling with that drafted tub for the second day, and getting nowhere, I would lose it. I am sure, at least once, the tools, or the pipes would have gone up the wall, with my right arm behind them. "Well, what would be the good of that? he asked. "That wouldn't get the job done". I agreed it wouldn't, and granted, I would have to pick them up, and start again, but they would have gone at speed anyway.
Not until three in the afternoon, did I get curtains in the washer. Two loads later, I have some hung out, the day is almost gone, and rain keeps sprinkling too hard. Eventually, the washing comes in again, damp dry. What else could I do. It hangs in abundant swathes on every possible surface in the spare bedroom, and the garage.
Here's hoping for the best,
dry by next weekend do you think? & half the windows still to do.....
Hope your Mum isn't wearying you out too much! x
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