It was all going so well...the night we finished plastering, we also noticed a leak. Of course, it was directly behind the part of the wall we'd had boxed in, so on Saturday morning, I set too finding a plumber. Two guys turned up and gave a collective sigh, muttering "steel pipes (shake of head) don't touch those, sorry love." Finally found a bloke who was prepared to come out on Sunday morning to take a look. Fortunately, he was positive and suggested taking back the plaster and asssessing the damage. We had a bizarre conversation in the bedroom (where the boiler is and where i'm currently working) about faith - I thought this might have been because I was listening to Sunday Worship, but apparently not - he just wanted to know whether I believed in God. All this whilst draining the radiators.
All well, as the leak was just a few inches above a stop cock in the wall and not a huge job after all ("we could have to chase it back behind all sorts" said one of the half empties, "who knows where that could lead").
By Monday morning we were back on track and on Thursday the flooring went down, not without it's problems of course as this is an old building and the floors are uneven. Once the boards were down, the joiner, Simon, could begin to fit the skirting and box off the old radiators to give a clean finish. It was wonderful to see him work the wood and produce beautiful results. The decorator, Rick, arrived on the same morning, but they managed to work around each other and to take the project forward.
