The floor (and a dozen other “little jobs”) saga continues and I’m back from another two days (26 hours straight work). The floor is down, and now I’ve made the secondary skirting and fitted it…enough for 60 square meters…the landing is part floored…the first set of stairs cleaned of Georgian paint (does it have arsenic in it?) and sanded, the doors enlarged and skirted to match the room…the hole in the wall filled…the concrete hearth plinth (wrangled) raised and removed (how heavy?)…and new rolled edges made for the stairs…but I think they need a separate support strip making for the underside…but that’s for next time.
Everything went well except for forgetting the chop saw! Had to make do with a coping saw (and forget the irony of not coping whilst using a coping saw!)
I couldn’t live in London again. It’s horrific in almost every sense. Traffic. Police cars at VERY high-speed every thirty seconds. Rude people. Oblivious people. Shabby and litter ridden. Every second shop a takeaway food shop where you’d clearly need to be blind to enter and have the constitution of a spaniel to eat from. And parking rules that must have been drafted by the same people who drafted maastricht. No between 8.30 -5.30 unless you have a permit which has to be renewed every five hours…unless it’s a weekend when it lasts all day…unless you are in a RED ZONE park any time zone….of which there are so few that people NEVER leave after they get a place for fear of losing it! They actually resort to public transport just to retain their parking slot! Well done Boris. Inspired.
The apartment is near Canary Wharf…seen here over the A13, a five-minute walk away…
just the other side of the Limehouse Cut. And how they’ve cleaned the cut! You can see fish in the water from the road bridge. And the riverside life has increased as a result…as another poor camera phone pics shows…
People living on the cut! When I first lived in London you’d have died from falling into that water. And not from drowning.
Arrived home very late at 3a.m., tired, hungry, and filthy. Beans on toast, glass of wine, bath (with another glass of wine) and bed. Not an ideal early morning routine but it worked for me.
Tomorrow I’m going to empty the van of (apparently) every tool I own (except the chop saw) and then turn something on the large cast iron machine that makes wood go around that takes up a large part of the workshop.
And I must learn to say “no”.