As the rebuild of the walls and ceiling continues so the bizarre building practices of the past continue to surface. It would appear prior to about the Year of Our Lord 1979 society was not aware of the set square, nor that a rectangular house is supposed to be, well, rectangular. But maybe the adherence to and worship of the almighty 90o angle is over-rated: RHOMBOID FTW!
As the house extends to the back, so the house flares out like a pair of worn 70's jeans. In reality its minimal, but when rebuilding walls and planning for things that are cut square, like wood and plaster sheets and flooring, it makes a difference. In practice, it's keeping the Masters occupied.
We arrived on Saturday morning to find the front roof over the verandah being demolished. So long sun protection! I expect that if we do not put another lid over the house's forehead by summer it will break out in freckles. That could be adorable. And the front window will develop a rather nasty squint, looking into the northern sun. Not so adorable.
More time spent looking at and for taps, tap-ware, tap-things and tap-doohickeys. I am a little bored of taps. I dont really even want to type the word tap anymore and will now just type ta- to signify a ta-. Especially as we have already selected the ta-s we want, stores seem somewhat unwilling to actually assist in the purchasing of the ta-s. A little weird, but I suppose companies prefer to lobby government for assistance than provide actual service. Who wants to deal with irate customers, better to yell at a public servant. What an age we live in, so far removed from traditional selling and buying.
Some time was spent Sunday morning freeing yet another wall of its restrictive lather coverings. Well, it is now breathing freely, and after letting loose a rather long string of expletives in having to touch another goddam lather my lungs too were breathing freer, albeit angrier. The Shadow is considering starting up LEXCORP, Expert Lather Removers Corporation (bare with me, I wanted to use Lexcorp in a sentence) as she can now de-lather a wall in the time it takes a mortal person to ask, what the hell is a lather and why do I care? Ahh, once I was that mortal person, so carefree and my RSI came exclusively from computer mice and ps3 controllers and not from hammers.
The roof over the entrance has been torn down, poor house will need sunglasses now to protect it from the harsh northern sun.
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