27th March 2018
It was drizzling when the Travis Perkins truck turned up with my plasterboard.
” This is not the weather for plasterboard, it don’t like rain” the driver remarked.
“No shit Sherlock ” I thought, but I still had to get it from the road to the house.
Fortunately Nicola had driven up from Barrington to lend a hand, so we carried the sheets up one at a time. She was brilliant, I was gasping when I got to the top, but she was not.
Okay I am a bit older, but I thought that my stamina would be stronger with all the heavy lifting and carrying, but no.
I managed to board out the old fireplace with OSB, and by the end of the day Andy and I managed to get a panel on the ceiling, and prepare the boards for the kitchen wall.
I now remember how bloody painful it is with an eight by four sheet of plasterboard resting on my head. The last time I did it I had a little more hair to cushion it. By the end of this project I will be able to serve afternoon tea on my flat spot.
I was missing some damp proofing gook from the order this morning, so it held us up back a bit. I was assured that it will be in by tomorrow, but when pressed, couldn’t say if it would be morning or afternoon, which is really useful.
Another Lifetime to go 