Michael has been hard at work trying to ressurect the brickwork of the fireplace for a number of weeks now. This involves painstakingly removing one dodgy brick at a time, replacing with a whole brick, using wedges to keep it in place and the mortar it into position. All whilst hoping the bloody wall doesn't come down on him.
We have now entered a delicate part of the operation. The fireplace, seriously, looks like it is having major dental work done on its shattered "mouth". This archway is decorated with a series of deteriorating bricks, so Michael is carefully undertaking surgery very slowly indeed.
Not bad for a bloke who spat the dummy last month and declared he was OVER renovation and was just going to cover the offending fireplace with a false moustache and funny glasses. Renovating is rather like childbirth. He had a break and forgot just how much it can degenerate into infuriatingly painful farce.
We have finally discovered the cause of the rash that has been targetting him as Typhoid Michael. He has developed an allergy to lime mortar dust, which he has been merrily drilling out and replacing with fresh mortar. We only twigged when he pulled on a dirty pair of work trousers and found himself covered in red spots all over his body within minutes. he was horrified as he has never been a dirty fellow. Michael spends a vast amount of time in the shower on a daily basis making himself beautiful. Except when we're camping. And then, he doesn't get spots for days!
The work goes on. I have swept and dusted the Gallery, again, today as the fine particles from the lime mortar travels and covers everything. Even my EFTPOS terminal had to be cleaned.
Another day and we inch closer to the completion of the building's renovation. I have been in the Gallery since 11.30 and it is now 6.30 in the evening. Michael has gone home, showered and changed his clothes. He looks bloody handsome...
And I have declined the opportunity to cook dinner. The House that Rocks is tidy and we have another Home Open tomorrow at 11.30 am. So, we are about to nip across the road to the Red Vault and have Debbie cook for us instead. And we have a bottle of vino to have as well. Bliss!
Stay tuned for the next thrilling episode. And come and see us in the East End Gallery. Or at our Home Open. Or both!
The evolution of the fireplace...
with construction of the floor..
ooh, a flat base and a hearth...
may the dental work begin!
Holy cavity, Batman...
and another view...
and another...
ooh, closeup with appalling front teeth...
the dentist at work today.
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