We could weep for you over the flat – are they all as delayed as this, or did you just happen to hit an exceptionally bad scheme? I don’t wonder you’ve taken to drink-making and window-sill forestry. The former for its near-immediate relief and the latter to lengthen your time perspectives!
The man came to cut the hole in the roof of the dining room and it has certainly vastly improved the room. It was a threatening morning and sure enough, when he had got the old tin off and was just arranging the first sheet of plastic, up came a squall and blew the other sheet out of reach against the chimney and knocked his ladder half down into the bargain. So I had to hop up and help hold things down until he got them screwed. Even then it couldn’t be finished with the second sheet of plastic inside as in the process of removing the soft-board batts insulation etc. there appeared a large electric wire diagonally across the hole. So an electrician had to come to fix a couple of junction boxes on the rafter at the side of the hole.
We’ve had the power put on our section. I would have had the water put on too but when I applied to the Council I was told I couldn’t have water connected until I had a building permit. When I said that seemed rather unjust as I was paying a water rate the man said, ‘Yes, but that’s the rules’.
We were so taken with the beauty of the patch all over again that we started talking about seeing the Lockwood man to discover the current price of houses and I spent two wakeful but happy hours planning all the things I would grow until the good Lord suddenly said in a loud voice, ‘This is very foolish – if you could do all that now you certainly couldn’t for more than two or three years, and what about all the other things you want to do?’ – so I stopped planning and went to sleep!
We had a couple of men here yesterday renewing the guttering of the house (known in the Yellow Pages as Spouting – a term which foxed me for quite a time when I was looking for them). They got it done in a day which was quick, and hopefully they have made a good job of it though it hasn’t rained enough yet to put it to the test. I had hoped that the copper which they were taking down would be so valuable that the whole thing would more or less be paid for, but no such luck. The estimate for the copper was only about $100, though the price per kilo was quoted as $2.80. I didn’t manage to get hold of an odd foot of the stuff to weigh it and work out whether I was being swindled, but in any case it would have been difficult to work out how much the copper weighed and how much the paint on it!
There is a funny little room with no windows – I think the previous owner built it on as an extra space for his opossum skins to hang and dry out – which is going to be easily adaptable a a darkroom with very little trouble – and I’ve managed to pinch the electric lead to an outside light which he had for his kennels and we don’t need, to provide the power for it.
They live in a house which we once considered buying (as do a great many people here!) – with a bog of a field next door in which I could quite easily have drowned when I went to look at it in midwinter.
[Re house just sold]
I hope to goodness they enjoy it – it’s going to be a squeeze, I think, with 3 grown sons and a teenage daughter: and outside will be worse since they own a car 3 feet longer than the carport, tow other cars, a small van, a horse float, and 2 horses, besides which he normally brings home the Firestone van which he drives for his job! All that on our hilly and bending drive will cause a few problems of priority on a Monday morning, I fear. But as we have left $9000 with them on mortgage repayable over about 7 years, I trust they are going to enjoy it. Mrs. X certainly didn’t want to contemplate another move, she said.
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