Mostly lemon based

Day: November 24, 2011

  • Slight downer

    So, the sink waste I fitted leaks. Badly. Like laughably badly. Insanely so. I’m waiting for it to dry out so I can endeavour to fix it tomorrow, but really? I’ve never quite understood how to get them to seal well. I follow the instructions, I have my little bit of plumber’s mate, and it always looks like it’ll work. Then I let water into the mix and suddenly I’m faced with a massive puddle. Still, I’ll have another go tomorrow and it’ll work then, won’t it :)

    On the plus side there’s now only a monitor, 5 boxes and a suitcase to move out of the lounge before Saturday. And a few boxes in the corridor. And you can see most of the dining table…

    Also, we have a massive turkey* in our fridge (and two pheasants), rather a lot of sausages, 6 rashers of bacon… in fact our fridge is full. Really full:

    Thanksgiving plus British fridge equals capacity issues.
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    Made slightly worse by the fact there’s more to come. Just eggs, I think, that are required to fit in the fridge. But still, fitting any more in there is going to be challenging.

    Still. THANKSGIVING! Yay!

    * By our standards. By proper thankgivingites standards? Probably not so much.

  • I know, I suck at updating

    So. Yes. Update.

    I’ve mainly been on nights, y’see. And Kathryn’s mom was here (which was lovely, I wish it could have been longer – it went far too quickly). And yeah. So. There has been progress.

    The worksurfaces went in* and I started the tiling around the worksurface to provide a splashback. This was done by chopping our floor tiles roughly in half (not quite, because asthetically we liked approximately 3/8ths of a tile). As I pootled through the (many) tiles required, I thought:

    “Gosh, for a cheap tilecutter** this has done pretty well, just a few more tiles and then the bathroom and it’ll all be done”

    One can, if one isn’t me, see what happened next. Literally, next. Literally the next tile. Part way through the tile, the power tripped. Hrm, I thought, and wandered out clicked it back on, vaguely wondering what had tripped it (since it only previously occurred when we’re using the iron, and even then, not that often). I sat down in front of the tiler, switched it on again, and lo out came the magic (and acrid) smoke. I don’t think I’m overstating it to say I was a trifle upset.

    Having seen what was available, I headed back to B&Q to get essentially the same crappy tile cutter, which has got less good. In fact, the blade supplied was completely awful – so bad that the old blade from the old saw was better than the new one.

    Anyhow, many more tile cuts later and:

    Slightly less than half way...
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