Snowing in Hamilton
Posted on Sun 1 July 2007 at 12:47
Well, that’s what it seemed like this afternoon. Steve and I had bought some polystyrene underfloor insulation as mentioned in my last post and finally got round to fitting it today. It took us 9 hours to do the garage end of the house and at times, it looked like it was truly snowing in there as Steve walloped it into place between the joists. He looked like he had been dusted in icing sugar at one point!
I’m sure you have all done the same at some point. Decided upon a DIY scheme and said to yourself ‘how difficult can it be?’ Did the alarm bells at the back of your mind not start ringing then? Did you not think back to the last time you thought that and how not easy it turned out then? Why not cut off your own thumb to prevent this from ever happening again? Well, as usual, this turned out pretty much as stressful as possible. Confidently measured up and trotted off to Bunnings to get the stuff. Should have known things would go awry when we couldn’t even estimate how much we could get in the car and bought 3 bales of insulation when it was a squash to even get 2 in. So, bright and early this morning (11am is quite bright and early enough on my day thank-you!), we set to armed with all the necessary tools. First of all, the existing silverfoil type insulation had to come down – simple eh? No actually, it wasn’t. We thought if we took it down carefully, it could put it back up once we had the new stuff in place. . What a thankless task it turned out to be. Especially when a bag containing McDonalds wrappings from several years ago fell out onto Steve’s head. So that took ages. Then the real fun began. We had measured in between the joists and bought the corresponding size of insulation. Then we found out that each and every space was a different size. So some needed trimming and some needed wedging with the trimmings. There was a lot of fist shaking and ‘Damn you, whoever put this shite up’ going on, a lot of cursing as sawdust, cobwebs and assorted crap fell in our eyes and faces. We had to stop to pick Melissa up from the stables, so went shopping as we were out anyway. Isn’t it surprising what you will do to get out of finishing a crap DIY job – I mean, food shopping on a Saturday afternoon?! To be fair, the queues are never as bad as in Asda or Tesco, so another little bonus to life in NZ. To cut a long story short, we finished at 8pm. All the original silverfoil type stuff went back up also and actually looked neater once we were finished. Melissa had laid out a cold tea and set the table so that was a real treat to come into. Not only that, she had cold beer in the fridge, so Well Done that girl. And although it isn’t particularly cold today, I am convinced that our bedroom is ten times warmer than it was yesterday – that’s maybe because it is!
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