My life right now
Jul. 3rd, 2013 01:29 pmHallway Project:
Done, apart from the woodwork.
Asbestos removal:
Delayed until weekend after next because I want a weekend of downtime, damnit.
Bathroom Project/Kitchen Project:
The horrible carpet in the bathroom is gone! So's the weird underlay (which had elephant enthusing over tombola). The horrible smell hasn't gone away yet, but I'm working on that. I need to scrub the floorboards and check them for mould, fungus and/or rot and replace them when we check the floor joists. I've also removed the grout on part of the wall and will start regrouting it later this afternoon. I hope to be done with that by next week, after which I will tackle the ceiling. That should give enough time for the water company to replace the stopcock outside, which needs to be done before I can give one of the plumbers money to replace the inside stopcock so I can tackle the new floor, the bath cradle and the bathroom suite.
I'm also in the process of Getting All The Quotes: one plumber yesterday. One this morning. One electrician this morning. One electrician tomorrow morning. One plumber on Friday (to be confirmed). They're all giving me numbers and estimates and pointing out certain things may or may not be possible so I get to redesign the kitchen again.
The kitchen's a challenge anyway and one that's driving me up the wall right now. I can't rip out the kitchen before the design is finalised. I can't finalise the design without a sensible budget. I can't build a sensible budget without firm quotes from professionals. I can't get firm quotes from professionals until I know where all the pipes go and what can and can't be moved/changed/extended. I can't do that without ripping out the kitchen. I expect to do this circular dance for a while before grabbing (a by this point long-suffering) Alex by the lapels, and calmly advising him to choose between a kitchen which consists of a camping stove and a fridge or a yurt on the Mongolian plain where I will roast marmots on an open fire* and thus possibly catch my death of pneumonic plague. And then no-one will be happy.**
So yeah, I'm having fun.
*Most unfortunate Christmas snack ever.
** Least of all me. And the marmot.
Done, apart from the woodwork.
Asbestos removal:
Delayed until weekend after next because I want a weekend of downtime, damnit.
Bathroom Project/Kitchen Project:
The horrible carpet in the bathroom is gone! So's the weird underlay (which had elephant enthusing over tombola). The horrible smell hasn't gone away yet, but I'm working on that. I need to scrub the floorboards and check them for mould, fungus and/or rot and replace them when we check the floor joists. I've also removed the grout on part of the wall and will start regrouting it later this afternoon. I hope to be done with that by next week, after which I will tackle the ceiling. That should give enough time for the water company to replace the stopcock outside, which needs to be done before I can give one of the plumbers money to replace the inside stopcock so I can tackle the new floor, the bath cradle and the bathroom suite.
I'm also in the process of Getting All The Quotes: one plumber yesterday. One this morning. One electrician this morning. One electrician tomorrow morning. One plumber on Friday (to be confirmed). They're all giving me numbers and estimates and pointing out certain things may or may not be possible so I get to redesign the kitchen again.
The kitchen's a challenge anyway and one that's driving me up the wall right now. I can't rip out the kitchen before the design is finalised. I can't finalise the design without a sensible budget. I can't build a sensible budget without firm quotes from professionals. I can't get firm quotes from professionals until I know where all the pipes go and what can and can't be moved/changed/extended. I can't do that without ripping out the kitchen. I expect to do this circular dance for a while before grabbing (a by this point long-suffering) Alex by the lapels, and calmly advising him to choose between a kitchen which consists of a camping stove and a fridge or a yurt on the Mongolian plain where I will roast marmots on an open fire* and thus possibly catch my death of pneumonic plague. And then no-one will be happy.**
So yeah, I'm having fun.
*Most unfortunate Christmas snack ever.
** Least of all me. And the marmot.