Our refurbishment works continue apace. Or at least that’s what I try to tell myself…
Since I last wrote, our daughter and her fiance came to stay for the weekend so obviously we had to entertain them rather than get our hands grubby. You might notice from the shot above that Mike even had his passport stamped to travel off site, whilst I remained on site to help Jane if needed.
On Monday and Tuesday I ran the cafe whilst Mike removed three joists on floor 3 to create the space into which the last flight of stairs will sit. Oh yes, it’s so close now we can almost taste the excitement. We had a long-ish lunch on Monday as Toni and family were visiting. They own a piece of adjoining land and had brought lots of family photos, including many of Toni’s mum who was born in Plas Penaeldroch.
Tuesday is normally a quiet day in the cafe, so I decided to clean the freezer only to find, as luck would have it, that I was kept pretty busy all day. Mike meanwhile made a gantry to stand on…
and then plastered the portion of wall which will be behind the last flight of stairs. Closer still….
We had planned to spend yesterday solidly working on floor 3, but that plan had to be shelved when Jane called up stairs that the local Environmental Health Inspector had arrived with the Licensing Officer to check that we are running the cafe as we should. Anyone who knows me will be confident (I hope!) that the paperwork was in place, and the meeting went well, other than that I was then one and a half hours behind schedule on my building duties. Meanwhile, Mike had continued his plastering endeavour after which we finalised the preparation of a space for the trimmer to sit.
In between bouts of helping Mike, I moved the items that had become becalmed on floor 3 and needed to be returned to various locations around the building to give us plenty of room to work. I presume this happens in other places, not just ours – how tools and materials which had been moved to be close to the builder but, when the building task moves on and they remain unused, don’t seem to have read the memo about how they should return whence they came without troubling the builder.
So here we are, on Thursday. After a quick trip to Llandudno for shopping, I returned to help with the trimmer. I was trusted to measure and cut them today (!?!) – two lengths of 9″ x 4″ wood at 3.440 metres long each. That bit was easy. Watching Mike and I try to manoeuvre them through the building and up to the third floor would probably have made a reasonably amusing documentary. Twice with the first one we had to carry it back down so that we could have another go at feeding the timber on the other side of props so that we could get the best angle from which to move higher. Oh, how we laughed when we found we were boxed in!
But the important news is that we now have a detailed schedule for tomorrow afternoon (acos dw i dysgy Cymraeg yn y bore) when we should (a) put the enormous trimmer into place and then (b) install the eighth flight of stairs. Can you bear the tension? Here’s hoping this is a sufficient cliffhanger on which to leave tale.
Just to show we are not all work and no play here, I want to show you my plant pot towers. In Norfolk, I used to wash out the ‘dirty’ pots each summer and leave them on the lawn to dry. Here we have experienced problems waiting for a sufficiently long gap between showers, but also for a day when the pots would not be blown out of the county long before they were dry. So I washed them in the old catering sink and left walls of them around the house to dry, much to Mike’s frustration.