Oh wall, oh blessed wall...
Feb. 11th, 2010 09:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceStill no drip. No rain nor snow either, mind, to refill the gutter again: only slab-ice on the roof, too cold to thaw.
It is also of course possible that a crack in the lead flashing was letting the water through, which has just frozen solid and is only waiting for the thaw to start its wicked work again. I do not know.
At the moment I am running a fan-heater directly at the sodden bedroom wall, hoping to dry it out at least a little. Paper is starting to peel, and there is an inflorescence of black mould just beginning.
I was planning to paint again today: a coat of white emulsion over the architrave I primed yesterday, and then carry on to cover the wall in front of which I want to put the bookcase.
Only as I pulled on my painting-clothes, I thought it would only make sense - in the sense of being able to put the books back into the bookcase, which was the starting-point for all this decorative venture - if I went high and did the ceiling too; and then I remembered that the same applies beneath, that I would need to do the floor as well or I would still find myself having to shift all the books back and forth again at a later date. And I can't do the floor in any final sense, because one or two of the floorboards need replacing. And...
In short, I find myself all dressed up and nothing to paint. Maybe. There is still an argument for doing some of it, any of it, just to have less to do later. Not much point doing the wall unless I do the ceiling, but - hell, it's not a big ceiling, y'know...?
But on the other hand, I do have a book to revise. And fifteen days to do it. Mmph.
It is also of course possible that a crack in the lead flashing was letting the water through, which has just frozen solid and is only waiting for the thaw to start its wicked work again. I do not know.
At the moment I am running a fan-heater directly at the sodden bedroom wall, hoping to dry it out at least a little. Paper is starting to peel, and there is an inflorescence of black mould just beginning.
I was planning to paint again today: a coat of white emulsion over the architrave I primed yesterday, and then carry on to cover the wall in front of which I want to put the bookcase.
Only as I pulled on my painting-clothes, I thought it would only make sense - in the sense of being able to put the books back into the bookcase, which was the starting-point for all this decorative venture - if I went high and did the ceiling too; and then I remembered that the same applies beneath, that I would need to do the floor as well or I would still find myself having to shift all the books back and forth again at a later date. And I can't do the floor in any final sense, because one or two of the floorboards need replacing. And...
In short, I find myself all dressed up and nothing to paint. Maybe. There is still an argument for doing some of it, any of it, just to have less to do later. Not much point doing the wall unless I do the ceiling, but - hell, it's not a big ceiling, y'know...?
But on the other hand, I do have a book to revise. And fifteen days to do it. Mmph.