Since putting the ceiling up, we’ve made some good, albeit slow progress on the living room. We drained the water system to remove the old radiators and connected a new pipe system to line up our new, much sleeker looking radiators. I use the term ‘we’ very loosely here as Adam did the majority, if not all of the work (while I was out) – gotta love a handyman!
To fit the new pipes required getting under the floorboards, which had to be yanked out… revealing yet again, exposed joists – except this time they were underneath us….you can see where this is going. I returned home that day and was mightily impressed at what Adam had achieved in the space of a few hours. Having been able to manoeuvre around the room, using what little floorboard space he had, to successfully fit the pipe work was a great accomplishment in my eyes – that called for a celebratory drink in the garden.
A few clinks of our glasses later, Adam makes an impulsive decision to inspect his handy work for any leaks while I tidied up in the kitchen. I turn the tap on ready to wash up when I hear a loud thump, followed by what sounded like shattering bricks, rapidly crashing to the floor. ‘Oh crap, the house is falling down’ I thought – dramatic, I know! Rushing over to where the resounding noise was coming from, the first thing I noticed was Adam’s leg shooting through the ceiling of the lower ground floor.
I raced upstairs to find Adam wedged in between the 2 floors – my poor hubby. After realising he wasn’t seriously injured, I then noticed the mess the hole he had made caused – dust and debris everywhere! It took us some time to rid the place of all the fragments of plaster and although I was cross at the time, I couldn’t stay angry for long. In fact we chuckled over what had happened after. It was a foolish mistake, one that Adam has certainly learned from – don’t ever attempt any form of DIY (no matter how tiny) when intoxicated!
Till next time…Outskies!
Srey x
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