Big jobs, small jobs

Morning everyone. After a day of looking ill and not being himself at all, the hound is bouncy again. He had a good sniff around the courtyard on Monday, and licked the floor. Not great, and who knows what he might have found.

Today is a Get Stuff Done day. We made a list of the jobs that need doing by me asap. Combine that with José coming to look at the roof (it’s pretty watertight but in shocking condition) and it looks like a long and very productive day. Here’s my list:

Help José with the roof
Finish the bathroom (silicon and grout)
Silicon the kitchen sink
Put the knife rack up
Tile the splashback
Add 2 spotlight to the Kitchen ceiling (I don’t like French electrics)
Look at why 2 of the electric shutters are not working (see above)
Level up and fix big wardrobe
Fix the under-bed drawer
Reattach bedside shelf Annette’s side
Sand and re-oil kitchen worktop
Go to No 44 and fill the holes in the walls
Load car with stuff still in 44 and bring it back
Tidy courtyard before dog licks it all again.

That should keep me busy. Now, what shall I do after lunch?

Order from chaos

It’s been a while since I had the urge to write anything, and an awful lot has happened in the last 2 weeks. There’s been the new kitchen, the adapted bathroom, the runs to the dechetterie (tip), and the endless painting. The main thing is that although we’re still camping in some ways (trying to find a towel is interesting) there are improvements  in our living conditions every day.

Now that the kitchen is operational (first meal cooked from scratch was Fajitas on Thursday) the bathroom is next on the list. This may sound like it’s in the wrong order, but thanks to our former landlord we have the keys to the old place for a few more days yet.The bathroom was finished in a quite foul rough Artex kind of way, designed to absorb nicotine and pick up as much dust as possible. After a few discussions French friend José said he would be happy to skim it with a layer or two of plaster, and at a later date, replace or lower the ceiling with a false one. A fine idea, as even the lights were quite foul. Off came the radiator, the loo was unbolted, and José set to.

So with other priorities (like trying to earn money while doing all this) being sorted, the bathroom is having a few days in the limelight. The skim was pretty rough and ready (or French as we like to call it) so some tidying up with a scraper and an old chisel was needed, then a coat of white paint on everything, back on with the radiator, and Sir Bob is indeed your Mother’s brother. Although I have braved the nicotine and

cobwebs in order to feel vaugely clean, it is now getting to the point when invited people can use the bathroom without feeling like they have been in some kind of dungeon.

There are a lot of things I could write about the last couple of weeks, but the biggest one has to be the help we have had from everyone. From transporting furniture and clothing, to tip runs and cleaning, there is a role call of willing helpers, without whom Annette would be in an asylum, and I would be a gibbering wreck, hugging my coffee machine in a corner of the sejour. You know who you are. Thank You All.

Paint it white

Aged nicotine is not our favourite colour so it is decided that the easiest, fastest and (very crucially) cheapest solution is to paint every room white and take it from there.

However, French paint is infamous for its transparency and boy do we need a lot of thick thick white paint to cover those walls!

So in exchange for one of Miles’s large pots of beef Bourguignon (OK an unusual but fairly reasonable swap) we are expecting a delivery of English paint.  The paint should arrive on Friday so no real “brightening up” of things is expected until we have moved ourselves in.

Due to the scale of the task and the fact we are so pushed for time, Miles is determined to use a paint spray gun.

I sense this could be messy.  Does anyone have any dust sheets or a space-suit we could borrow ?!