The past weekend was all about the ceilings. For the final few days of the Christmas holiday Chris was cutting plasterboard and drilling a neat jigsaw of blue (sound proof) and white plasterboard to our downstairs ceilings.
The cracks of light and drafts between our floorboards in the bedroom slowly disappeared.
Our house is being pieced back together. Better than before.
I even managed to help with the slightly terrifying process. As Chris balanced a very heavy giant plasterboard on his head before stepping onto a plank of wood propped up by two ladders, I would dash around beneath him and the board with props, quickly winching them out to their full length and wedging the new ceiling in place.
We got it down to a fine art.
There was some swearing. Miss-cut boards, tight corners to fit into, and a fair amount of dust.
But they’re up. Our ceilings in the downstairs are back in. Ready and awaiting a fresh coat of plaster.