I can hear her exasperation as I head off to get my toolbox stating defiantly how much money I will save us by doing it myself. Unfortunately, she is almost always right. I tend to make a complete balls-up of even the most simple of tasks and have to call someone who knows what they’re doing to sort out my mess… usually at not inconsiderable expense.
So, I thought it might be a good learning experience for me to record all my dismal failures. Maybe once I read what a disaster zone I am I’ll reconsider before taking on the plumbing or electrics… unlikely though.
The first task I decided to take on in our house was to remove the plaster from the ceilings. The previous owner, in her infinite 1990s wisdom, had covered the beautiful vaulted brick ceilings in about an inch of plaster and white paint, and it had to go. Everyone I spoke to assured me it would be a pretty simple task.
So, I bought a hammer and chisel and got stuck in. Two hours later, I’d revealed almost an entire brick. Only a few thousand left to go.
Our geometra recommended I get a power chisel to speed the process up a bit. Any opportunity to buy power tools should always be seized upon, so off to Granbrico I went.
The power chisel is awesome, it makes a great amount of noise and sprays dust everywhere. Sadly though, in my hands at least, it is useless at removing plaster from a brick ceiling. I spent a full day stood on a table, chiselling away, being careful not to damage the brick I was attempting to reveal. Progress was slow. Very slow.
As I stood in the shower at the end of the day, the dust stubbornly refusing to wash out of my hair, my nose, my ears and my eyes, I decided this was probably not a task for me.
We’ve called some real men out to finish what I started. I hope they enjoy it more than I did.