So, it’s been a frantic weekend. I’m on nights next week, then on ATNC. At the end of that week I’m picking up Sherry and Terry at the airport so we’re trying to get the house into a fit state, which isn’t easy because the builders are moving at the pace of dead sloaths.
We spent 5 hours yesterday finding shoes to wear to the wedding, Kathryn’s had to get some to modify and craftify because the only suitable and nice shoes we found for her had been styled by someone who imagined that welding a huge lump of gold-coloured-plastic and faux-diamond-plastic to the toe would improve a classic shoe design. Let’s just say it didn’t.
IÂ escaped far more lightly, although we did visit every shoe and wedding shop in central Reading. And one in Slough.
We picked the colours for the kitchen, and bought that, and ceiling paint. We put together the futon (so we have somewhere to sleep when Sherry and Terry are here), we put up shelves (lots of them!), assembled bathroom furniture, put up the towel rail, moved the tall-boy into the bedroom, moved stuff up into the attic, and Kathryn (mostly, I helped a bit) cleaned the floor in the office. She even put down the rug that goes in the office.
Unfortunately, I failed to use plumbers putty around the sink drain (which is now leaking), and the bath drain, and the shower drain (as it happens, which is probably leaking onto the concrete) and the toilet cistern (which has so far held up). I shall be off to the shop to purchase some plumber’s putty tomorrow which’ll allow me to fix the sink and the bath (albeit not easily). The toilet cistern’s also do-able but I may leave that a day or two.
The bad one’s the shower. If it weren’t bad enough that the sealant strip refuses to stick to it (IÂ can make the silicone stick to the frigging tiles perfectly, but it just peels off after a while, no matter how clean or dry it is). But now I need to lift a tile (well, IÂ think replacement’s the only option)Â cut an access hole in the floor and remove and replace the sink drain. Bollocks-to-it is the only phrase that springs to mind.
Still, IÂ think that one will have to wait until after the ceremony. Despite the burgoning list of items to do before the ceremony, IÂ think I’ll try and get the sink and cistern sealed. I’ll try and get the bath done… Bah. It’s all fricking annoying, really. Still, you only bugger a job like this up once, eh. I think we’ll call this a ‘learning experience’. IÂ wanted to get the toilet cistern down to see if IÂ could sort the flapper-valve’s failure to seat properly (IÂ can’t imagine IÂ can, but hey)). So IÂ guess this is encouragement to do that.
