Because today, the tiles came. In a massive lorry. To the old house, because the tile shop wouldn't deliver to the new place, the obstreperous wazzocks.
Off the lorry, into the back of Nick's van. In two loads. Too many for one.
So this lot had to wait at the kerbside.
Over at the new place, there had been much tidying by handsome men. The idea had been to move all the long-delivered bathroom kit upstairs to its various destinations, but the top two floors are currently in a whirl of plastering. After the smoothsters had done the top-floor bedrooms on Tuesday, they turned their attention to the middle floor on Wednesday:
...sweeping down the top stairs...
...into the adult lounge.
They have also prepared for further plastering, presumably on Thursday, by stripping the wallpaper and adding sharp edges in the master bedroom and down the lower stairs:
They won't be able to do all the plastering at once - the converted garage isn't ready, the music room's full of kit, and the kitchen's got loads to do - so they must be coming back later. But it's good to get those wonderful smooth surfaces and straight clean edges, which always feel like a corner turned in redevelopment.
Having prepared a space in what will be a music room but is currently a store-room, it was time to get lugging.
Hundreds of really heavy tiles.
A productive day, if knackering. In other news, Building Regs came round and approved the ground-floor drain work, which means the structural boys can get on with filling, concreting and covering those holes. Then they can address the big issue: cutting that rear lintel to fit those bifolding back doors...
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