It’s still all go with the ceiling, but it is almost finished, today should be the last day, this is made tricky because we have to fit the boards around the heating system and the waste pipes for the next bathroom.
The room is finished and now it’s time to sort out one of the little lofts, we are going to insulate this and John has to put the heating vent for the back bedroom through this loft. This involves taking the boxing out of the top bathroom and trying to break through the stone wall into the loft, then from the loft into the ceiling in the bedroom, are you confused? It’s OK because I am too.
The hot air heating system goes through the entire house, the box is in the bathroom on the middle floor and the vent then snakes up to the top bathroom through the loft space and ends up in the back bedroom, hopefully the photo’s make this a bit clearer.
You can't tell John's been here when he has finished, everything is back in place (I can't add a photo until I have moved all the laundry though)
but here is the end result in the back bedroom, it is not intrusive at all and will add a lot of heat to the bedroom.
We empty a lot of rubbish from the loft including a big pile of readers digest books, which the mice have been enjoying as a long term food and bedding source. We also find a lot of receipts from the 1960’s and 1950’s which was when the last work was completed on the house.
I cut enough insulation and leave John to it.
I have decided that I need to do another tip run, this is not going to be a good one as some of the rubbish bags have got mixed up, I am dreading the tip guy checking my rubbish bags and telling me I have to separate it all. I am a big advocate of recycling but it is very difficult when you are sweeping rubbish from the floor, especially outside, to separate the rubble dust from the dirt dust from the saw dust. It didn’t help that we also ran out of rubble sacks and I had to use the mini black bin bags (yes I bought the wrong size, but they are quite cute, useless but cute).
I fill the car with all the rubbish and because it is getting warmer, there are a couple of flies, one gets into the car with me, for those that know me well, you will know I have a big phobia about flies, so I have the journey from hell to the tip as I keep seeing it buzzing around, I am sure it is flying at my head on purpose, I have one of those rare moments where I miss the UK, for reasons other than family, had we been in the UK we could’ve just rang for a skip, this would’ve been ordered, delivered and put outside the house and somebody else would’ve had the fun of separating all the rubbish and our car would not be a mobile tip, there are lots of skips available in the UK for example Nixon Skip Hire and other countries but for some reason France does not seem to have skips available, we have never seen one or an advert for one.
I spend a little moment pining for the ease or at least the van we used to have, but console myself with the fact that I am doing my bit for the environment.
And the tip man is happy with my sorting, WOO HOO!!!!!!