Oliver and Ruby, and water.
Miss Rose does not like getting her fur wet.
The old header water tank was removed from the creepy under eaves cupboard, along with the woordwormy boards (the woodworm was historic but we had it treated anyway).
It’s actually quite a big space. We are wondering if it was room for habitation originally. It has a window.
It was wallpapered.
There was a gaslight. Perhaps it was for a servant to sleep in?
The header tank was set in a large wooden box that was filled with crumbled cork and screwed up newspaper, my guess for insulation. The newspapers (The Daily Express) dated from November and December 1928.
The final ceiling rose was fitted in the lounge.
In the dining room the final pieces of concrete were chipped out of the fireplace. I have to decide what to do here – whether to have it filled with a self leveling latex filler or wait and lay more tiles, either matching or replacing the current hearth tiles.
Outside the next layer of the scaffold has come down. The painters are the last to finish on each level before it is removed. Gleaming paintwork.
Full skip. I have lost count – six?
Argh! Filler, on top of a light fitting, on top of a painted ceiling! It’s annoying when things are done backwards but it will be alright in the end.