Nephews are tiring, and something about a house

Wow! By the end of the weekend the house was [mostly] clean, [mostly] devoid of 'stuff' in each room, all the external walls were filled with insulation, the external and internal walls are as straight as they are going to be, the ceiling insulation is sitting in the ceiling awaiting the lights and power to be finished so it can be laid, the power box has moved from its stupid position next to the front door to being tucked away in the side, we found that power tools are more effective at removing paint than paint stripper AND all the lathers have been removed from the property - we are officially lather free. And we didnt have to resort to burning the storage shed down to get rid of them, despite it being an option right to the last minute.

I also found that my throwing arm is pretty good.

Unverified photo of Dan with his nephews,
living large in his money bin.

I am somewhat happy to announce that I had limited participation in all the above. The Shadow's nephews were down for the weekend and so most of my time was spent throwing and kicking balls in the nearby park. This activity was actually started the week before when they came for a day, and we spent about three hours throwing my Official NFL football around. I barely moved for three days as my muscles complained heavily. The nephews were enthralled with the NFL and demanded more, More, MORE! So I think about 5 hours was spent this past weekend throwing the ol' pigskin around. Actually, I bought them a replica gameball each so it wasnt pigskin, unless the pig was heavily into botox before giving up its life for the great good [Greater good = NFL football].

The nephews (aged 9 and 7, with a star appearance from the 16yo) are getting to be pretty good quarterbacks and cornerbacks (defenders, in that they like interrupting other people catching the ball). I'm not convinced of their wide receiver status, and they certainly aren't up to linesman level (let's call the minimum requirement 6ft 2in and 310lbs. They have some growing up to do). I might give them extra points in the wide receiver column for being 'precious' at times with the occasional hissy fit - a very WR trait.

Meanwhile, The Shadow and the Masters finished off the house. Good for them! I remain insulation-irritation-free. But they retain free use of their muscles. Touche.

Next weekend the Masters will replace the front door frame with the new one and a new temporary front door, and then the plasterererers can begin plastering the house with plaster. It should then be a slippery slope to painting, tiling, carpeting, fixturing and moving. I have a feeling that the moving bit won't be as slippery as we'd like.

The Shadow dropped off the planning permit for the back extension to council yesterday. I'm sure council is all over it by now and we should be getting the approval any day now. Council work quick like that right?

In awful news, some clown scraped the front of our beautiful car this morning. Not happy :(

Confused House is Confused with not having a power box right next to the front door. 

Is it me, or does anybody else see a bit of George W. in that face?

[Mostly] Clean rooms with insulation

No sound, just delicious power and data

Covered walls:

Going deep down the hallway, not a lather in sight:

New look: 

OMFG MY CAR, YOU MONSTER!!!! 

Details are sketchy but it is thought Dan had to apologise for his outburst at the perpetrator of this cruel act of wanton violence against the innocent. He was not proud of his actions.