started well, didn't quite finish on the same note.

You all may know the loft project has begun, whereby we shall transform our once inaccessible (The loft hatch, was in fact, quite true to its description that we could only put rabbits through it) Though having seen Mission Impossible and Indiana Jones, I did consider creating a basket on a winch and winding my daughter into the loft with night vision goggles on and a video recorder strapped to her head. I felt she would have seen it as a great adventure! but my wife said it was irresponsible, mainly because she doesn't know how to use the night vision goggles. So we have a new, larger hatch, to fit new larger things through that revolve around the now larger daughter, who has now out grown many items,  and they're going in loft for a start.

So, as I know nothing about DIY, except what it stands for, Don't Insult Yeti's. They have a low tolerance threshold for insults. I know this, I fought one in the Korean War. It wasn't pretty.

The first job would involve raising the original Joists to a higher level so that we could put some insulation in. We had some previous guys who had just blanketed the loft with insulation, so this had to be taken away and the joists exposed. Here is a photo of what that actually looked like. As you can see the joists are filled with coal dust ingrained insulation, from 1960's Britain and open coal fires. The nice yellow insulation sits proud behind the ladder. The plan is to cover the black with the yellow, which also sounds like a snooker shot.




All in all, the ideal working space is a nice flat floor, space to keep your tools to hand. This is totally opposed to the loft which is like working on a few wooden tightropes stretching across the bedroom ceilings. It can only be described as being trapped in the crystal maze with power tools. As you can see above my walkboards, wooden shelves in a past life, provide the only flat surface in the loft. It ain't been comfortable or easy! Yet still I plod on!

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