Sanding ...

We have spent a lovely Bank Holiday weekend sanding. We had two broken sanders (the first blew up at 5pm on Saturday, the second was collected at 8am on Monday and never worked at all...) On Sunday we tried to do the entire upstairs with just an edge sander and two hand held devices, but frankly it was never going to happen. We did what we could then went to the pub until Monday when we could get another floor sander. And take it back again. By the time we had a working floor sander it was almost noon and then it was pretty feeble....  It's now 8pm on Bank Holiday Monday and we've yet to go back to the cottage to put a second coat of varnish on the floor.

So this week you're just going to get a list of what's been done, and some pics. (Phew, I hear you say, she could witter for Wales...)

Did I mention we did sanding? We're now very proud of it. We think we are, anyway, coherent thought ceased many hours ago...

As you can also see, we got doors upstairs too. One of them even has a door handle. The others we have to grip the edges with our fingertips to move. We'd prefer handles.

The front of the house got painted.

The porch wall also got painted. Which was a shame as it wasn't meant to be. So then it got power washed. Sorted.

The fence got put up around the veg patch. So now we can have rabbit free vegetables. Hooray! No it wasn't Adam the Idiot who did it - Tom the Fence instead. And Adam is being chased by debt collectors...

Stairs got put in - lovely! Painted risers and oak treads, which are now protected by ply for the rest of the build. You're right, that is Mopsi with a bandage. She cut her leg chasing rabbits and had to go to the vets, bless her. £100 and a few bandages later she's absolutely fine.

Painting has started inside - the music room is painted between the rafters, but we didn't take a photo.

Drains are being dug and placed outside. No photo but, frankly, they look like drains.

And I think that's about it! 

My fingers are so sanded, full of dust or varnished that my iPhone fingertip ID no longer recognises me. Having caught sight of myself in a mirror, I'm not surprised...