Basically, I get clobbered with an overwhelming sense of gloom every time I step through the front door.
I should be all "YAY!" because the wallpaper steaming is finally done. Yes, even the awkward bits that involved stanley knives and mega awkward upside down scraping whilst getting my face boiled off by steam. DONE.
But I'm not yay. I am Little Miss Feeling Sick because scraping all that wallpaper off has revealed some extra damp patches and some fairly monstrous cracks and awful ceilings that need boarding out. Urgghhhhhh, it looks like such a mess at the moment. Plus I can't do anything now. I'm itching to get in and start actually decorating but I can't decorate until it's been plastered and oh yeah, there's still no electricity because they have to wait till the plastering is done before fitting the switches and sockets and guess what? Plasterers are the bane of my life at the moment.
I went back yesterday and looked at my diary entries from the house-hunting process at the start of the year. Want to know what I wrote? "I don't mind something that needs decorating but I don't think I can cope with something that needs loads of repairs."
*hollow laugh*



I've found interesting things underneath all the crap though.

Mary Poppins in the plaster

Parquet flooring!

And a record of how tall Sarah was in 1977 (not very)
I'm off to give someone an actual month's salary to fix all the walls and ceilings. My plan is to not go back there till that's done and it looks like a proper house again.
I should be all "YAY!" because the wallpaper steaming is finally done. Yes, even the awkward bits that involved stanley knives and mega awkward upside down scraping whilst getting my face boiled off by steam. DONE.
But I'm not yay. I am Little Miss Feeling Sick because scraping all that wallpaper off has revealed some extra damp patches and some fairly monstrous cracks and awful ceilings that need boarding out. Urgghhhhhh, it looks like such a mess at the moment. Plus I can't do anything now. I'm itching to get in and start actually decorating but I can't decorate until it's been plastered and oh yeah, there's still no electricity because they have to wait till the plastering is done before fitting the switches and sockets and guess what? Plasterers are the bane of my life at the moment.
I went back yesterday and looked at my diary entries from the house-hunting process at the start of the year. Want to know what I wrote? "I don't mind something that needs decorating but I don't think I can cope with something that needs loads of repairs."
*hollow laugh*
I've found interesting things underneath all the crap though.
Mary Poppins in the plaster
Parquet flooring!
And a record of how tall Sarah was in 1977 (not very)
I'm off to give someone an actual month's salary to fix all the walls and ceilings. My plan is to not go back there till that's done and it looks like a proper house again.











