The felling of the tiles

Kayliegh happened to have a work trip for a week in the US, so I took the opportunity to kick off the project.  The intention was to get all the tiles down while she was gone, and present her with a clean blank canvas on her return.

This didn't happen.

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I haven't updated the blog for a long time, as you can see. Fair to say I can't be arsed at the moment, but I'll get back to it.

In the meantime, I'll upload photos I'm taking of the project as I go (I only ever meant to share the photos in the first place), with minimal waffling...

So, tiles coming down:

As you can see, the plaster was falling apart as well, so we decided to go back to bare brick. Fantastic.

Spot the old copper pipe buried in the right wall?  Yeah that was fun.  It was shielding two mains cables, one live, one dead, that ran from the ceiling down into a wooden junction plate, that was all buried in the second layer of wall plaster.  After a bit of chopping, cursing, testing, and really fiddly electric work (because I chopped it right at the ceiling, dumbass) turns out it's responsible for the lighting circuit in a completely different room. I'll say that again. It's the connecting cable, from the light switch, to the light, in a completely different room.  You can imagine the words I used.












Take the ceiling down:

Away with the old ceiling, to make way for a shiny new one:

Was surprisingly difficult to get down.  Those side batons were nailed into the wall with 9 inch nails, but the air hammer and a new circular saw made pretty short work of it.  Cables left dangling were just from the light switch to the now-exposed ceiling rose.