So, today – in short form, just because I’m currently that kind of tired where a sensible word order doesn’t always come naturally.
– Took keys for trailer back (drove van)
– Drove van back (they failed to notice the faint odour of dog vomit, although it’d more or less gone with the gallon of febreeze I put in it last night)
– Walked back to house
– Checked the bath, paint still needs more time to harden
– Pondered plans of action: Checked, the car still wasn’t ready
– Set to on the plastering around the base of the shower, up on the walls around the shower (they’ll be tiled anyhow); filling in where the socket and switch were (back when it was a bedroom)
– Completed the plastering to an ‘acceptable’ standard
– Measured and checked the shower base again
– Took a break…removed the dead magpie from the water butt
– Started work on digging the route of the new path
– Dumped some hardcore in there, discovered another dead bird (presuambly fell down my kitchen’s chimney at some point, since it’s not capped; and my builders just left it in the pile with the rubble…); disposed of second dead bird in bin.
– Dumped some sand/ash/birdfeathers onto hardcore – I’m not aiming for a perfectly smooth path, in fact, uneven is a look I rather like.
– Laid a few rows of brick – I need to lay my hands on much more brick.
– Mixed 18 litres of concrete (or thereabouts) and laid the ‘slab’ for the shower. Placed the shower on the slab, made sure it was level, discovered the pipework didn’t have enough give in it to fit where it was; shuffled it about on the slab a bit, made sure it was still level, and connected the waste pipe. It’s now an inch too short, because for some reason I cut it too short… I have no idea why. Quite annoying though. It means it will have to have a join in it.
– Cut my head open while arseing about with the plumbing – I stood up while underneath the pipework for the shower (which hasn’t been cut to length, so sticks out of the wall about 30cm). It’s not a *bad* cut, I just swore and carried on working, but it’s naggingly sore. Didn’t bleed much, either, thankfully. Scalp wounds normally bleed a lot. Washing my hair’s going to hurt tomorrow, isn’t it
– Won the taps for the bath, Ra!
– Walked to the garage and collected Brick, who now runs much better, and sounds so much nicer. The exhaust still leaks though; anyone know if it has to be ‘perfect’ for the MOT? Or is it allowed a little leak?
– Went to Lidl, did shopping
– Went to Sainsbury’s; who appear to have stopped doing the fake-sausages I was particularly keen on. Bought nice food.
– Made an awesome dinner (pasta, prawns, fresh veg, pesto; bread and cheeses, lemon cake (from my mum) and strawberries (from my mum); and for some reason I accompanied it with lager, I guess it’s the summer heat). Sometimes I can get the energy up to eat.
– Spent some time hunting for the Nipod. I’m now seriously concerned; and beginning to have to fight quite hard not to put “day builders left” and “last day I saw the Nipod” together. TBH I don’t think for a second they stole it, but it may have got picked up. Still, I’ve still not paid them…
– Spent the evening chatting to Kathryn ( :) )
– Spent the evening also watching Sicko. It made me cry, damnit. And it’s so not right. America, get your (healthcare) act together.
– Listened to lots of AM. AM remains awesome.
Am now planning to go to bed. Tomorrow I’m on a late, so a nice quiet morning is scheduled… I may go to a bathroom shop and see if they do cistern supports and sink supports. I may not.
