I eventually got started with this, probably due to the clear and present danger of mouldy/fusty skirting boards. I specialist was called in- to make a free assessment. He said to insulate. We’re OFF on it. Well, I am. I wanted to experiment, I had a roll of insulation in the loft anyhow, and all that was really needed was some sort of mesh or netting. Had a wee twat about the B and Q shop*, and this stuff spoke to me. It’s plastic, quite strong and easy to work with.
Hammer and clout nails. I like clout nails. I thing they are my favourite kind of nail. I have a soft spot for galvanised lost head nails, because my head is also lost, away in another space altogether. OOH LOOK A DRowNING BEASTIE– the cunt was asking for a flood, crawling about whilst I was doing the Cat litter tray and washing piss out of some rugs. TAKE THAT BEASTIE
I miss my android phone, the iphone is
rust JUST rubbish. Not that it matters, it just means slightly higher resolution out of focus shots. PIFFLE.
Anyway, it seemed to work fine- I hammered on the fencing mesh in little sections, swearing a bit and getting my slippers covered in the strange clay that makes up the cellar floor, at least I think it’s clay- it smells like clay. It could be anything really, I’m not a soil expert.
It’s the end of a weeks holiday for me so all my devices are charging, but as ever that’s an aside- I reserve the right to go off at a tangent though. My blog, so it’s all fair fucks as far as I’m concerned.
I have to say, I quite enjoyed nailing up the mesh, but I really did enjoy stuffing the insulation in, I did wear gloves and an old jumper, but I tend to roll up my sleeves in an unconscious way- so it was a bit itchy. Not too much of a problem though. Can live with an itch, I’ve lived through an infestation of fleas before (in my arse as it happens)- so my constitution is pretty TUFF. Pretty guid. Seems to work fine, and if I need to upgrade, or get access it’s easy to remove. I also dig the contrast between the orange plastic and the fluffy insulation stuff. I’m content with it as a solution, and it is what it is…
I took my toolbox down, every time I get that redoldbox out I chuckle, it’s my old college art equipment box- turned to another purpose. Circa 1991- it was legit to daub KILL RAVE. some of the doodles on the box are my school chums- Mr. Simon Kidd. Always makes me laugh! Fun times doing art off the leash in 5th and 6th year.
Masks, never used, lots of other crap. I REALLY SHOULD GET A HEAD TORCH. IT’S SUCH AN OBVIOUS BIT OF KIT. I have this lantern thing, but it’s constantly on charge.
and chairs. fucking heaps of chairs. Which will never, ever get used. The eternal garden party dream delusion. YAWN.
Anyway I used it all pretty quick smart- back to squashed by paving land for sheep wool and plastic recyc combo and another roll of orange. SOLID.
*I hate going back there, I used to work there- DARK DAYS man, dark days filled with death. ACTUAL DEATH- I’ll search for a related article- and add in due course.