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On Monday it rains and we do polystyrene. We take out all the corner sections that we have already done, add battens to attach the plasterboard to, recut the polystyrene and then stuff it back in the wall. We also put up a board in the storage area to take the pendant light that will eventually be in there. Not bad for an evening’s work!
On Tuesday it rains, Guy has a Woodlands Trust meeting and I play with the rockwool in the bits near where the stove is going to be, and do more polystyrene cutting. I’d have got more done, only it takes me two hours to complete my 20 minute journey home from work because of the flooding…
On Wednesday it rains and I get a haircut, so there’s no shed progress…
On Thursday it rains and we finish the polystyrene cutting and clean up totally so that we can paint the concrete floor. This means sweeping and hovering… so much DUST! It’s coming up off the concrete, so we figure if we paint the floor the dust will stop. We hope.
On Friday it rains and I slap a coat of paint on the floor when I get home from work. The concrete just soaks up the paint, so our careful calculations of how much we need are miles out, and I only get the storage bit done.
On Saturday it rains and we hear that Derek can’t come to do plasterboarding – nothing to do with his tattoo hurting, rather that he’s forgotten it’s his wife’s weekend off so they’re having some family time. Quite right too… plasterboarding can wait. (Well, for a bit anyway!) We decide to do the bits that we were going to do with him when he arrived – like putting extra battens in the roof and putting quadrant beading round the doors and windows.
We do the roof bits first, which means taking the polystyrene out, putting the batten in, recutting the polystyrene (or rockwool for the back section where the fire flue is going through the roof) and putting it back in. More mess!
We do all of that then play with the beading round the doors and windows. Fiddly stuff… and my mitre corners aren’t as perfect as they could be but we decide we’ll fill any gaps with wood filler and stain them!
Then we clean up again… we sweep and hoover, buy more paint and paint it – looks good! Almost like a room!
On Sunday it rains even more and we give up on All Things Shed. We go to the farmers market (where Blunkett and I share a boar burger – suddenly she’s My Bestest Friend In The Whole World) and then to IKEA where we look at wardrobes and possible storage things for melodeons and guitars for when Guy moves in. When we’re looking at shelving for the melodeons I ask how many he has, and he eventually works out it’s 6. ‘Only 6?’ I ask, and can already hear the cogs whirring as he figures that’s the thumbs up to go and buy another one… 5 guitars too, for the record… One of them is very beautiful, so we may hang it somewhere as ‘art’.
When we get home we admire our painted floor and think about colours for the walls to go with the pale green woodwash we’ve already bought… we’re thinking ‘ivory’ for the ceiling (rubbish name, it’s more of a cream really) and ‘cookie dough’ for the walls. Also a rubbish name – ‘soft brown’ would be better. Although, given our equally rubbish names for most of our cakes, who are we to criticise?!
Achieved: The shed is ready for plasterboarding… Apart from filling my lousy mitre corners on the beading, there’s nothing more we can do.
Hours worked: LOTS, mostly in the evenings!
Purchases: Ooh, where to begin? A light fitting for the storage area, green woodwash for the stud wall, plastic sheeting and masking tape to protect the woodwork when we’re plastering, floor paint…
Pressies: A doormat from mum for the shed so that Blunkett can wipe her feet.
Wildlife update: No sign of the fox, but a tabby cat quite likes the evening buffet…
Irritating catchphrase of the week: We watched Gordon Ramsay’s Cooking Live thing on Friday night, which was frenetic and probably put most people off cooking before they’d started, but every 20 seconds or so he’d smack his right fist into his left palm and say ‘DONE!’ So of course we’re both now doing it… ‘Floor painting [smack]… DONE!’ It’s only Sunday and it’s already driving us nuts.
Plan for the week: Wait for Derek to do the plasterboarding. Or we could start it ourselves. Nah, we’ll wait for Derek!
Hope for the week: An end to this wretched RAIN… we’ve never seen such soggy squirrels!
On Tuesday it rains, Guy has a Woodlands Trust meeting and I play with the rockwool in the bits near where the stove is going to be, and do more polystyrene cutting. I’d have got more done, only it takes me two hours to complete my 20 minute journey home from work because of the flooding…
On Wednesday it rains and I get a haircut, so there’s no shed progress…
On Thursday it rains and we finish the polystyrene cutting and clean up totally so that we can paint the concrete floor. This means sweeping and hovering… so much DUST! It’s coming up off the concrete, so we figure if we paint the floor the dust will stop. We hope.
On Friday it rains and I slap a coat of paint on the floor when I get home from work. The concrete just soaks up the paint, so our careful calculations of how much we need are miles out, and I only get the storage bit done.
On Saturday it rains and we hear that Derek can’t come to do plasterboarding – nothing to do with his tattoo hurting, rather that he’s forgotten it’s his wife’s weekend off so they’re having some family time. Quite right too… plasterboarding can wait. (Well, for a bit anyway!) We decide to do the bits that we were going to do with him when he arrived – like putting extra battens in the roof and putting quadrant beading round the doors and windows.
We do the roof bits first, which means taking the polystyrene out, putting the batten in, recutting the polystyrene (or rockwool for the back section where the fire flue is going through the roof) and putting it back in. More mess!
We do all of that then play with the beading round the doors and windows. Fiddly stuff… and my mitre corners aren’t as perfect as they could be but we decide we’ll fill any gaps with wood filler and stain them!
Then we clean up again… we sweep and hoover, buy more paint and paint it – looks good! Almost like a room!
On Sunday it rains even more and we give up on All Things Shed. We go to the farmers market (where Blunkett and I share a boar burger – suddenly she’s My Bestest Friend In The Whole World) and then to IKEA where we look at wardrobes and possible storage things for melodeons and guitars for when Guy moves in. When we’re looking at shelving for the melodeons I ask how many he has, and he eventually works out it’s 6. ‘Only 6?’ I ask, and can already hear the cogs whirring as he figures that’s the thumbs up to go and buy another one… 5 guitars too, for the record… One of them is very beautiful, so we may hang it somewhere as ‘art’.
When we get home we admire our painted floor and think about colours for the walls to go with the pale green woodwash we’ve already bought… we’re thinking ‘ivory’ for the ceiling (rubbish name, it’s more of a cream really) and ‘cookie dough’ for the walls. Also a rubbish name – ‘soft brown’ would be better. Although, given our equally rubbish names for most of our cakes, who are we to criticise?!
Achieved: The shed is ready for plasterboarding… Apart from filling my lousy mitre corners on the beading, there’s nothing more we can do.
Hours worked: LOTS, mostly in the evenings!
Purchases: Ooh, where to begin? A light fitting for the storage area, green woodwash for the stud wall, plastic sheeting and masking tape to protect the woodwork when we’re plastering, floor paint…
Pressies: A doormat from mum for the shed so that Blunkett can wipe her feet.
Wildlife update: No sign of the fox, but a tabby cat quite likes the evening buffet…
Irritating catchphrase of the week: We watched Gordon Ramsay’s Cooking Live thing on Friday night, which was frenetic and probably put most people off cooking before they’d started, but every 20 seconds or so he’d smack his right fist into his left palm and say ‘DONE!’ So of course we’re both now doing it… ‘Floor painting [smack]… DONE!’ It’s only Sunday and it’s already driving us nuts.
Plan for the week: Wait for Derek to do the plasterboarding. Or we could start it ourselves. Nah, we’ll wait for Derek!
Hope for the week: An end to this wretched RAIN… we’ve never seen such soggy squirrels!
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