A nip & tuck after almost a century.
Approaching the ripe old age of almost a hundred years, our house is starting to reveal some stretch marks, blistering plaster and the odd brick not being in the wall. An authentic oldie, so to say. Well the time has come to spruce up the outer walls.
There are so many choices of what to put on a wall but we wanted something as natural as possible. Lime, sand and a bit of cement is our choice. Bob and I organized fifteen bags of lime powder and have been busy mixing them with oodles of water. A lime paste of sorts and while this lot is stewing away ( yes, it literally bubbles ) we've been chipping the old plaster away one hammer swing at a time.
The minute we stood downwind and got a whiff of loose plaster, both of us instantly thought back to when we first did up our house. Gosh, we had weeks on end where all we did was chip and chop the plaster off our inside walls. It did wonders for my upper arms, made my hair dry as dust and made us glad to down tools for the last few years.
Amazing how the muscles remember. Bob came home for lunch and had the afternoon off. Well, sort of...As per usual, many a villager drove past and craned their neck to see what the two of us were up to...funny how those kind of events are exciting in a small village.. I've been known to alter my route in order to have a quick look at what's been done, added or painted in the neighbourhood. Isn't that what life is all about?