There was much lifting of floorboards, head scratching and drilling – the electrics have not been updated since 1960. We now have no power on the ground or first floor, so bedtime will involve torches or candles. The cats were going well with all the noise and intrusion but Oliver started to get worried when one of the electricians had to do some work in the top floor kitchen/lounge where they were enclosed for the day. I asked the electrician to introduce himself to Oliver so that he wouldn’t get scared (since our burglary in Liverpool, Oliver has been scared of male strangers in the house, particularly when he hears unusual footsteps on the stairs). It was only afterwards that I realised how mad that would seem to the electrician, who very sweetly complied with my request.
Meanwhile, the door continued to be bricked in. It’s a very nice job using heritage bricks and traditional lime mortar, plus the pattern, English Bond (alternating rows of brick stretchers and headers) must be time consuming. It is taking quite a while though – I’m glad I’m not paying by the hour!