The Laundillary

Dad had a week off work last week.  MG put some plastic sheeting from the polytunnel across the kitchen door and the arch into the laundillary (laundry/utility).  So we can't move round downstairs.  It's protecting the kitchen and sitting room from dad's dust.  Oh the grinder - it's bound to come into play.
he spent most of Tuesday with a chisel hacking gloss paint off the brick walls.  Then his friend Mick the plasterer said oh no yuo don't wanna do it like that...
MG meanwhile used the steam stripper to peel the paint off in sheets, with my help while dad for once was at a loose end. haha, the boot on the other foot.

Yellow glossed bricks with ancient chip fat replaced by plasterboard walls - it's nearly done, just two triangles, the cubby hole and ceiling to sort, with a bit of plumbing and electrics then we have somewhere to use the washing machine.  MG won't need to clear her decks for me to take the laundry over there and do it, or more often, nick the dirties while I'm pretending not to look then bring them back clean and dry.

Next week I'm off work and so is dad...just think what we may get done (run out of money maybe?  Hope not)