I'm now working on getting the laths off the wall. (the little flat stick things under the plaster).
Today yet another contractor didn't turn up for a quote. When I called him he pretended I had the wrong number. I told him I had phone logs which dictated that we spoke on Monday and booked in the quote. He claimed he was at a funeral that day and didn't ever take quotes for his business. SUCH LIES! I'm thinking he drove up to the house, saw it and kept driving. I promptly thanked him, told him what I thought of his company, and hung up... but I'm beginning to see this level of service is normal.
I was pulling them off one by one with the crow bar then realised I could fly kick them off much faster. SO DANGEROUS :D
The 2 bedrooms and lounge are now "semi open plan"
Here I am covered in dirt and sweat for all to see.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
At least the laths are easier to carry out the front than all the rubble :/
Won't you come in?
I tried smashing off Clippit but he just won't budge! Neither will the bath.
Right I'm off to transform myself to go clubbing tonight. BYE
I'm impressed! you go girl!
ReplyDeletePoor Mick. All that time and effort spent penning romantic love notes for the ages... wasted.
ReplyDeleteNice work Caz, looks like great stress release! Maybe sell the lathe removal by the square metre to some exec retreat and let all the burnt out stockbrokers and middle management get all sweaty and dirty and love it.
ReplyDeleteGreat idea ! It certainly works for me!
DeleteCaz, you look absolutely GORGEOUS in that protective suit. All that hard work is doing you the world of good. I wish I could be there to give you a hand, I'm much better at ripping out than I am renovating. Good luck to you, it will be worth it in the end. Much love from Uncle Ed xx
ReplyDeleteThank you :D
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