I get lost in the dark on the way to our first post Covid PPTA breakfast meeting. But I get there in the end. The story for today. I spend my teaching time feeling overwhelmed by cornice options. What should go where? And, have I overdone the plaster? Is such a thing possible? I conclude it is and I feel like this time I'm going too far.
After school I meet Nicki and the kitchen joiner on site. They go over the measurements and we look at plugs and consider curtain options on the french door beside the kitchen. A practicality I'd overlooked. It's impossible to catch everything. The house has been closed in cold weather and feels cool. But there's high moisture content in the plaster, and in the air.
I've got plaster samples with me and Nicki, Kahu, John and I get the ladder and hold them up to the ceiling. Actually we can't figure which way up they go. I'm immensely relieved to go back to plan A. The same cornice in the main bedroom as the hall, and in the other bedrooms. Job done. Simplicity is always best.
A shorter bike ride up the hill in fog. John's here for a cuppa and we chat about the house. He hasn't seen it since he helped me tie the trees to the fence to protect them from the scaffold. A build lifetime ago. He takes a light shade I've had on Marketplace to hand deliver to Invercargill. Personal, old friend service. Thanks for all your help, John.
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