Got home tonight to find the acros had gone up again.
This time however it was to support the communicating wall between the two rooms that were to be turned into the kitchen/diner/lounge whatever. They’d not gone right the way through yet, they’d just put the steel in (just, it must weigh a ton), propped the roof up with eight acros, filled in the gaps with slate and welded and bolted the lintel to the lintel that was in place already between the tow chimney breasts and straddling the two windows that were to be turned into the French windows.
There had been a lot of work done today, there are tools everywhere, the house is full of dust, but it’s looking blinking marvellous and they’re going great guns.
The upstairs and roof look finished now, the doors don’t close, the walls have yet to be plastered and I think he might have forgotten my request to have the loft door moved, but apart from that they’ve done a great job. Basically though if I haven’t agreed for them to do this work then generally that’s not their fault it is mine.
Looking downstairs and comparing the walls under the two windows that are to be the French doors it’s noticeable that something ain’t right with one of them. Basically there’s two windows, both with stained glass lights, however on closer inspection one of the windows is a dodgy casement window and the other is what looks like an original sash. Well the wall under the dodgy casement is thinner by far than that of the sash and looking closer it seems to have some damp seeping through it. Now call me old fashioned but I’m not going to lose and sleep over taking out this faked up window or removing the substandard damp wall from under it. I get the feeling that there might have once been a door there and it’s been replaced, not too well, by someone with a penchant for keeping costs down and casement window lust.
Anyway it’s all really looking good, things should really pick up a pace tomorrow when hopefully they might knock the two rooms completely into one.
Cannot wait, it’s like Christmas getting home each evening to find out what has been done. I know I really should be there onsite keeping an eye on things, but I reckon in this case I’d just be in the way, it’s pretty clearly defined by Alan in his plans what needs to be done, there aren’t any twiddly bits and the remit of knocking two rooms into one and propping up a roof wouldn’t be aided by my in a bright white safety helmet.