Plasterboard, mirrors and cat-sitter (appeal).

On Martin’s last day we finally got round to some plasterboarding and put the first layer on the hallway ceiling. Being the place I expect fewest people will linger, it seemed a good place to start, and it has limited natural light. I spent the next Monday working on the wall unit, which I wantedContinue reading “Plasterboard, mirrors and cat-sitter (appeal).”

Chiff-chaffs, peacocks and half the first ceiling

Although I thought plasterboarding the ceilings would happen as soon as I had another pair of hands, since returning from Glasgow most of the week was taken up with further enabling work. I assembled the bathroom’s sliding door kit, that is the frame for the pocket wall into which it slides, while Martin put acousticContinue reading “Chiff-chaffs, peacocks and half the first ceiling”

Traps, waste and a high-speed mystery

Around midday on Monday I made my big (and possibly final) order of plasterboard (three different kinds or thicknesses), screws and the last of the acoustic insulation from the local Travis Perkins. The resilient bars (Gyproc RB1) are coming from Insulation Supplies Direct who, despite being unable to deliver them here, were so much cheaperContinue reading “Traps, waste and a high-speed mystery”

Caves, rock shelters and small rooms

A week since I last reported: my back is behaving tolerably; I finished sealing every imaginable crevice but the airtightness test, postponed until Monday, was postponed again because of high winds; a week later we went in search of the cave above Loch Caolisport; David dropped by and we attacked the plasterboard; I’m now workingContinue reading “Caves, rock shelters and small rooms”

The week after an Islay interlude

After last week’s drama of getting the flue through the roof I felt like a break, so we caught the Friday morning ferry to Islay and didn’t come back until Monday. Three days with David: walking, drinking, cooking, eating, sleeping. On Saturday I tried an e-bike in Bowmore then we walked beside Loch Gruinart, highContinue reading “The week after an Islay interlude”