How not to get work done
Late evenings in most households mean snuggling up on the sofa watching Idris Elba. I however arrive home to drag on a pair of painty overalls and attack holes with buckets of plaster and a trowel.
This last week employed trowels, plaster and painty overalls to finish the work on the loft hatch.
This is not work I was proud of, working above the thermal store in limited space with limited skills meant for a rather uneven application of plaster. It was hot nasty work, anyway I persevered and by the end of the week I was proving that one could perhaps perform a minor miracle and plaster over the hatch working in a confined space and do a reasonable job despite limited plastering skills.
By the weekend all I had to do was sand down my work to finish up before I could get on with painting.
During the week apart from my late night plastering I had made another significant purchase at Screwfix involving pipes, pipe fittings, a shower, a plunge blade for my multi-tool, screws and plugs, edge bead, copper pipe and some new safety specs. I’d also purchased a huge shower tray online to be delivered next week.
Saturday was meant as a day to make major progress on the bathroom but somehow I got bogged down with shuttering off the back of the thermal store room to make the space into a shower cubicle.
I started early enough (8:45 and on the job), I worked hard enough until 9 pm, I didn’t stop all day apart from a trip to a closed Screwfix (hang on did they always close at 6 on Saturday) so why did I only get one job done???
Could it be that the shower space is a bit out of kilter and just measuring and fitting the first two lengths of studwork took hours?
Could it be that my impact driver kept mangling my standard pozi bits and it took ages to track down replacements?
Could it be that everything just took ages as I was constantly hunting for tools I’d not used in ages due to all the decorating I’d been doing recently?
Could it be that I’d over-engineered the whole affair and it just took too long?
I just don’t get it, I worked hard on Saturday only to manage one little job… Perhaps I was kidnapped by aliens, DIY aliens, somewhere there’s a flying saucer with a new shower fitted.
Sunday I spent with my little girl, we went to the cinema, watched Zootopia and had a lovely day until at the very end of it she refused to go to bed, pretended to be asleep and while I was carrying her to bed she squirmed in my arms and put my back out.
Great….
Next day I had my shower tray delivered to my parents’ house, it’s lovely but it weighs a metric ton.
Great….