Planning A Bit Of D.I.Y....

Our little kitchen is quite grotty...it's clean, but grotty, in spite of the new cooker and shiny scarlet microwave. The back wall is sort of soggy because there's a chimney there...with the gap where there was a hole now covered up in stones and tons of plaster...but the plaster is bulging in an unseemly way and I have visions of it simply falling off in a lump in the middle of the night.

And there's a horrible and slightly ominous brownish liquid which seeps out of the window sills...

So Himself suddenly decided something had to be done.

He says we're going to tile everything. We are? Behind the cooker and the windows and so on he said...

So I asked him about the roof...you'll recall the problems with the leaky roof and the trouble to find someone who'll shin up a ladder and mend the holes...if you were really tall, you might not need a ladder actually...so he said, if I can find a roofer person then we'll have it fixed...but how to find someone who won't chew their bottom lip and heave heavy sighs and shake their head in a sorrowful manner...and then charge vast amounts of ready cash...and tramp in and out demanding the lend of a hammer or do I have a bit of old rag and would we have a bucket and spend hours on their 'phone...grunting.

In the meantime, we are apparently going to tile everywhere...when Luke and Cindy went to live on the edge of a Swedish forest inhabited by cross Moose's and even crosser Bears with plenty of wily Wolves, they left us all the stuff they didn't need to take...some of which was boxes of plain white tiles. It'd have been nicer if they were Victorian tiles, decorated with flowers and such like, but beggars can't be choosers...I doubt Luke would have allowed Cindy to buy antique tiles anyway...he's as tight as his Father when it comes down to money...never spent his pocket money...used to hoard it for months.

So, where was I...I do rather think it'll be a case of me sitting on the kitchen stool directing operations rather than taking a more active part in his tiling malarkey...

I'll let you know when it all begins.