I take my shoes off before I step into the shed to prevent muck being pushed into the floorboards more than it has to. As I kneel, and move, the floorboards graze my toe knuckles with their sharp edges. By Tuesday my toeknuckles were actually bleeding so I had to put socks on to finish the remaining coats. SHEDHATE moment.
The varnish is strange; water based rather than the oil based I'm used to. No wonder it was four times cheaper, but hey, it's not like the shed will have thousands of footfalls a month.
Putting socks on during a hot and humid night, whilst physically working is hard going. For 20 square metres.
But the varnish is done, and the trimming between the walls and floor goes in quickly. It's about half an inch square, and 2m long if you'll forgive the mixed units. Three nails a length, single mitre cut at each corner. Doddle, and done in less than half a day.
The seals at the roof also need doing (between roof and wall); these are tricky buggers as you have a pitched roof at two angles and a purlin that isn't guaranteed to be dead vertical. So sometimes we get it badly wrong:
And sometimes we get it spot on. Hmm.
Rinse and repeat for the workshop side, with similar variance in finish.
We're just racing for the finish posts here; the outside is pretty much done, the interior is unlit so far but only needs a lighting ringmain fitted and the lights hung. I think this is about a day's work.
We don't have the light fitting in mind so far so I focus instead on tidying the garden up a bit. There's loads of crap that needs taking to the
recycling centre dump so that sucks another weekend from my grasp. I don't have any photos of this stage but suffice it to say the back garden, if you thought it was bad before, it looks a whole lot worse.
All the junk is finally taken out, and the workshop is now filled with my
preciousssss tool collection; circular saw, compound mitre powersaw, jigsaw, the masonry percussion drill, battery drills, screwdriver collection and lawnmower and so on.
About now MBW pulls out the PLAN I bought for her birthday a while back.
This is a lot of work so I invite the guy who did the foundation to quote. He arrives on Thursday and had a job cancelled next week and only has the forfeit deposit to tide him and his boys over for that week.
His price is exceptionally competitive, comprising all labour and materials. MBW and I give up halfway through looking up the cost of materials before we're at par with the quote. HIRED.
His price for putting up the fence is also excellent. HIRED.
And there we have it. From warzone to SHED OF POWAH to pleasant backyard that we can enjoy as a family and with friends.
Silicone the windows
Install and wire lights.
Install blinds (these are still on order today)
I must now move beyond the SHEDHATE to the SHEDLOVE. What I need is a summer spent enjoying the shed, with barbies every night and dancing and love.
Unfortunately, now that the shed's done, I must redo the hallway. Having nearly ten tonnes of material pulled or pushed through it has damaged the walls, and I deliberately left off sorting out the staircase until the muddy boots could be left at the door.
I had hoped to leave this until the winter months as it's indoors, but the impending arrival of MicroBreaker has MBW getting on my case to finish the bloody house sooner than a month before due date. Which is fair enough, TBH, got a bit fraught last time around.
Hope you've enjoyed the Shedyssey; last part will be
navel gazing lessons learned.
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