8th March 2018
Gavin the electrician turned up to start the first fix. Most of the dirty work had been done on Tuesday where more dust had been created, so this would be a more sensible day……….no chance. I was working upstairs thinking that any minute the drill bit would burst through the floor board and into my foot.
My job for the day was to remove the skirting boards from the bedrooms. These were the originals, that would date to the late fifties when the place was modernised. They were held in place by one inch diameter wooden plugs inserted into the stone. As I was prizing the boards off, the wooden plugs pulled out as well. These were quite long, and with the knowledge that the dividing wall was only four inches thick, I was afraid that the skirting boards next door could be attached to the same wooden plugs. I then expecting my irate neighbours to be banging on the door asking why their skirting boards had fallen off, but so far all was quiet, and I haven’t heard anything.
Gavin left the downstairs rooms resembling a jungle, with bunches of cables hanging down like thick creepers. It had been a day of decision, ” where do you want the sockets, switches and lights?” A constant bombardment of questions that I had drawings and sketches to answer with, but many that I hadn’t considered. Modern regulations meant I had to have master switches for nearly all appliances. There will be neon lights everywhere, the kitchen will look like a command centre, but hey ho that’s what money is for.
Another Lifetime to go 