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Ever decreasing circles
May. 19th, 2009 10:45 pmAhahahaha. Slightly manic, here. It seems that until today we had experienced merely the antechamber of hell. We have now been admitted to ... well, not the inner circle, because we still have a vaguely functioning kitchen. Maybe the lobby.
Here in the (cramped and ill-appointed) lobby of hell, then, it is, principally, very, very dusty. Masonry dust, as you may know, is particularly filthy. It's not the good, clean dirt I'm used to - the mud, the crumbs, the fragments of leaf and twig that get tramped or strewn about the place as the kids do their inimitable thing, nor yet the soft, cobwebby fuzz you find gathering in corners when you don't clean your house (and we don't, much). No, masonry dust is stealthy. You walk into a room, and everything looks fine, but as soon as you touch anything - there you go, your fingertips are grey. It arrives in a haze you can taste, a cloud you can barely see except out of the corner of your eye. Your eye, I might add, which stings, just as your throat aches naggingly and your nasal excreta look as though you'd spent the day on the London Underground. Ugh.
Things the builders took away from us today:
* An amusing selection of the electrics in our kitchen - boiler and sockets (including fridge), but not oven or lights. Not sure what happened there, as the fault didn't set off a trip switch on the fuseboard. I rang the ringleader at about 19:00, and he sent around a henchperson, who very kindly and apologetically rigged up something to get us through the night. He'll look at it again tomorrow, he says.
* Use of the Oyster's room. In order to replace the old steel beam with a longer one that will support the extension roof (the new one is also much thicker: apparently the old one was risibly under-specified - eep!), it was necessary to drill two whacking great big holes in the wall under the Oyster's bedroom window, so that this whole section of the house could be propped while the beams were switched. The props were left in place this evening, as the free end of the beam has yet to be bolted to its colleague, so the holes remain unfilled, and there's a bit of a gale in there (besides the dustsheets, wet floor, and general filth). So O is happily asleep in his old cot in our bedroom.
[Aside - being a HUGE plus: the builders levelled out the floor, while they were at it. The ends of the joists rest on the new beam, and there was a discrepancy of about 20mm between one side of the room and the other. So they just hoiked the lower joists up a bit, and now they're all true. You used to be able to put a marble on one side of the floor and watch it roll down the slope - it'd be lovely if that were no longer the case.]
Things they will take away from us tomorrow:
* The kitchen window, which will be cannibalized for its beautiful granite lintel and cill (to be reused on the front façade of the extension), and thereafter boarded up to await the internal demolitions next week. And thus our doomed kitchen will be plunged, yea, even into utter darkness, evoking a symbolism that is by no means lost on me.
We will, needless to say, pass through this as through a cleansing wossname. But we're definitely moving into the hard part now. Internal demolitions will, let us say, exacerbate the dust issue somewhat. The boys and I will be decamping for a few nights next week. I may tape up the internal doors.
But! But but but! It's SO EXCITING to see the innards of my house like this. I may have seemed a trifle loopy this afternoon, prancing around and squeeing at the builders as they showed me the beam joint and the joists and all. I just really, really love this stuff. One of the best bits of this whole experience is that I'll live in the new space with the knowledge of exactly what went into it. The thought of that is like a highly polished bell of glee going bing! in my middle. If you see what I mean.
Here in the (cramped and ill-appointed) lobby of hell, then, it is, principally, very, very dusty. Masonry dust, as you may know, is particularly filthy. It's not the good, clean dirt I'm used to - the mud, the crumbs, the fragments of leaf and twig that get tramped or strewn about the place as the kids do their inimitable thing, nor yet the soft, cobwebby fuzz you find gathering in corners when you don't clean your house (and we don't, much). No, masonry dust is stealthy. You walk into a room, and everything looks fine, but as soon as you touch anything - there you go, your fingertips are grey. It arrives in a haze you can taste, a cloud you can barely see except out of the corner of your eye. Your eye, I might add, which stings, just as your throat aches naggingly and your nasal excreta look as though you'd spent the day on the London Underground. Ugh.
Things the builders took away from us today:
* An amusing selection of the electrics in our kitchen - boiler and sockets (including fridge), but not oven or lights. Not sure what happened there, as the fault didn't set off a trip switch on the fuseboard. I rang the ringleader at about 19:00, and he sent around a henchperson, who very kindly and apologetically rigged up something to get us through the night. He'll look at it again tomorrow, he says.
* Use of the Oyster's room. In order to replace the old steel beam with a longer one that will support the extension roof (the new one is also much thicker: apparently the old one was risibly under-specified - eep!), it was necessary to drill two whacking great big holes in the wall under the Oyster's bedroom window, so that this whole section of the house could be propped while the beams were switched. The props were left in place this evening, as the free end of the beam has yet to be bolted to its colleague, so the holes remain unfilled, and there's a bit of a gale in there (besides the dustsheets, wet floor, and general filth). So O is happily asleep in his old cot in our bedroom.
[Aside - being a HUGE plus: the builders levelled out the floor, while they were at it. The ends of the joists rest on the new beam, and there was a discrepancy of about 20mm between one side of the room and the other. So they just hoiked the lower joists up a bit, and now they're all true. You used to be able to put a marble on one side of the floor and watch it roll down the slope - it'd be lovely if that were no longer the case.]
Things they will take away from us tomorrow:
* The kitchen window, which will be cannibalized for its beautiful granite lintel and cill (to be reused on the front façade of the extension), and thereafter boarded up to await the internal demolitions next week. And thus our doomed kitchen will be plunged, yea, even into utter darkness, evoking a symbolism that is by no means lost on me.
We will, needless to say, pass through this as through a cleansing wossname. But we're definitely moving into the hard part now. Internal demolitions will, let us say, exacerbate the dust issue somewhat. The boys and I will be decamping for a few nights next week. I may tape up the internal doors.
But! But but but! It's SO EXCITING to see the innards of my house like this. I may have seemed a trifle loopy this afternoon, prancing around and squeeing at the builders as they showed me the beam joint and the joists and all. I just really, really love this stuff. One of the best bits of this whole experience is that I'll live in the new space with the knowledge of exactly what went into it. The thought of that is like a highly polished bell of glee going bing! in my middle. If you see what I mean.