As mentioned
here, we are in the process of having the front (gable-end) roof fixed. Today it turns out that fifty years ago the original builders used
the wrong kind of sand to mix the cladding: it has turned into flimsy tat, incapable of holding even its own weight. It will all have to be replaced - a day or two's work has turned into over a week.
We were going to repaint the house at some point so our cognitive frame for this new paradigm is that it's
early additional investment rather than a project spiralling into the heart of darkness.
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| We thought it was straightforward ... |
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| Until the cladding started to fall off. |
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| This Confucian refugee from Alice in Wonderland spooked us ... |
And then this cat appeared, overlooking our back garden ...
