I am writing this sitting upstairs in one of the bedrooms as the electrician and plumber forge ahead to get the second fix complete.
I can already hear the slow hiss of radiators being bled… if it’s not them, then Courtney the plumber has some serious wind issues.
Then the underfloor heating system downstairs will be filled and balanced in readiness for a fully operational whizz bang wallop of an oil boiler.
By the way, I do know if the boiler does whizz bang wallop then we will be in the deepest of trouble.
Steve the electrician is working on outdoor lights, bathroom sockets, thermostats, dishwasher, wine fridge (yes!), cooker hood and wiring up the underfloor heating system and boiler.
Apparently electricians don’t find it at all funny if you sneak up behind him and make a loud bang.
Just saying…but still giggling!
My jobs have stopped for a while as I seem to constantly be in the way. Also, there is still dust and detritus flying around and any wet paint would simply suck it up, requiring me to start that patch of painting all over again.
So I thought I would give myself a manicure and facial and take a well earned rest lounging in my bedroom listening to the mellow sounds of my playlist whilst I am being served cups of coffee and sweet treats by…..
Sorry…drifted off then.
So I am in my bedroom, on the computer trying to make columns and columns and columns of numbers add up to what I want – and not what they actually add up to. I am also piling through the bank statements and invoices for the owner-managed flats in which I normally live in Bristol as it is time to submit our annual return. A job I do because I have loads of spare time!!
My hope is at the end of this day, I will have full blown proper job heating upstairs, downstairs; in the bedrooms, bathrooms, lounge, kitchen and so on. Warm, cuddly heat, run off an abundance of thermostats giving control room by room. Heat which has been much missed this last month in particular.
Tonight, after a hot soak in a candlit, music soaked bathroom I shall wander barefoot, wine in hand and….
Sorry, drifted again…
When tomorrow arrives, I will be back on the sanding and painting tools and Neil will return on Friday with his toolbox of tricks and we will continue with the long snagging list.
But until then, my warmed up heart will be happy.