Post by thesentientpasty on Aug 17, 2018 21:10:48 GMT
Craig 'digger man' ripped up the front 20 sqm of lawn in an hour.
His mate, Chris 'grab man' turned up the day after, and removed three tonnes of sod, concrete and shite to some tip or other.
They've both recommended Concrete Graham to lay a couple of tonnes down the side of the house, as foundations to my Manly Man Cave.
I shall probably go this route, for - while recent work has been industrial, and particularly dieselly - they've both saved me a fortnight of 'diy'.
Interestingly, the lazy arsed landscaper who promised me this work would be done by the end of July, and who had quoted me a market-rate reasonable £2500 for all the work, but who could never be bothered to keep me up to date nor define exact timescales has been sacked. The work, with me independently asking contractors, and getting their recommendations, comes to £800. All in.
Post by thesentientpasty on Sept 4, 2018 11:10:35 GMT
Gutter Scott turned up yesterday. He ascended his giant ladder and then scraped bucket after bucket of disgusting ooze from my gutters.
"When was this last done?" he yelled, as if playing the part of a guilt-inducing sky-dwelling diety.
"Dunno," I called back, looking up like some embarrassed follower of the Clean Gutter Christ, "Not in fourteen years, at any rate."
"Do it more often!"
"I shall", I agreed, not adding too loudly, "my Lord."
Turns out, when safely back on terra firma, that Gutter Scott hates heights. As do I. I told him the tale of the hydraulic-leaking 200' hoist at an Open Golf championship that I covered back in the early 90s.
"All the interlocks went off, so there was no danger of it collapsing, but the nearest engineers were in Manchester, six hours away. As a result, the best solution was to move the other 200' hoist next to it and then get the occupants to get out of one bucket and into the working one. Without safety lines."
At that height the truck under the hoist looks like a child's toy left on the living room carpet, and quite unable to support the thing.
Scott and I shuddered at the thought.
Paying him, I said "Thanks", and mentioned that I'd put him on speed-dial, for next time I needed his services. "...In 2032."
There's a refreshing honesty about the contractors I've used over the last few weeks. They're independent, working for themselves, and - if they fancy Thursday off, just because - they'll bloody well take Thursday off. I approve of such an attitude.
Tomorrow? Monoblock Matt is scheduled to tackle 80m2 of moss, weeds, oil stains and the like. I look forward to it. If he turns up.
Post by thesentientpasty on Sept 6, 2018 14:25:50 GMT
I am the owner of clean monoblock. Monoblock Matt was as good as his word. It's spotless. All of it. Even the bit where I dropped a paint can and its resultant explosion back in June.
I am giddy with happiness!
Still waiting on sheds ... but I'm quietly confident that by the end of September I'll be in a position to say 'job done'. Might give myself a day off. No more gardening, not never. Just a quiet amble around, pipe in hand, tutting at greenfly, moving pots, blasting the occasional weed, and flicking the slugs into the neighbour's garden.
Post by thesentientpasty on Sept 10, 2018 9:49:45 GMT
Sheds #2 and #3 have arrived. The electric screwdriver is on charge. The kettle is boiling. I have a truly busy week ahead: these sheds are to be nailed together to make my Me Shed. 14' long, with at least a 10' workbench in it. Electricity, insulation, lighting, more gorgeous guttering.
WOW! Very exciting Pasty. Keep the updates coming. I have just had visitors to my bitch hut. My friends Alex and Joe. Some guitar and ukulele was played. Coffee drunk and cake eaten and all was quite lovely.
I need a proper shed. I have a garage, but that is full of motorcycles in varying states of disrepair and not the same thing at all.
I have a large 'shed' (36 x 24) and a garage (16 x 24) and I find that the trouble with having room to store 'stuff' is that it expands to fill the available space ....... <menu type="context" id="fcltHTML5Menu1"><menuitem command="context" label="Textise it"></menuitem></menu>
i have no shed or garage or workshop. I do have a red plastic toolbox!* theres a screwdriver and a teeny tiny multitool thingy, and some glitter paint and elastic bands, and string. it feels like an 'art attack' project in the making...
Post by thesentientpasty on Sept 20, 2018 23:06:50 GMT
Photos will follow! I've got my thinking seat in there. Now and again, between manhandling insanely large sheets of ply and attaching wires at random, I sit down and think about the next stage.
It's looking grand now, but I can imagine the finish: 12 feet of workbenches and tools. Radio blaring away. Boat stuff stacked to one end. The steam of a hot tea wafting up into the LED-lit rafters above. The soft rug carassing my toes as I hide from the world Doing Stuff in the cosy warmth of my bolthole.
Post by thesentientpasty on Sept 24, 2018 22:20:30 GMT
A week or so back I calculated and bought eleven sheets of 8-by-4 plywood. I'm on sheet eight, and need mebbe one more to finish lining this thing. A week on, I'm SICK of the sight of plywood. I've used three hundred flipping screws so far. Thank deck for my antediluvian battery screwdriver. I *might* finish tomorrow.
I can't wait to fill and paint and move in. The worst bit is, the shed is five feet wide. Ever tried cutting an 8-by-4 when there's no room to stand and stretch and handle yer jigsaw with professional aplomb?
Jeez. My back. My arms. My hips. I'm knackered.
But I have lights, and fourteen sockets. All works. I suppose I AM getting there - though my nose is stuffed with wood-dust, and my hearing's currently shot.
(And, of course, ranting aside, this IS worth it. It's mine, it's my own time. The end result will be luvverly.)
Post by thesentientpasty on Oct 1, 2018 23:16:24 GMT
Deffo a shed. With laminate. This, dear readers, was before I painted the insides white today. It's gone from 'bright' to 'intensely bright'. I see myself wearing shades in there. Or maybe I'm still just trippin' from the rich and heady paint vapours....
and now I know what you're doing. your gonna be like gibbs on ncis. build a boat in there with no discernible way to get it out. but it doesn't matter. because its the building that's the thing. and that's cool.