I really wanted to tell you that I had painted the front door bright yellow over the weekend. I know it will bring a smile to your face the way it is going to do to mine. Walking home to a happy door that looks like the front opening to a candy shop would bring a smile to anyone’s face. Fact: yellow doors are like unicorn farts (rainbows) and fully matures Jabba’s (butterflies).
But unfortunately this will have to wait for another day. Because there are two reasons I didn’t paint the front door on Sunday.
Lesson one…. When you think you’ve figured it out… Think again.
It started when my sis-in-law came around to see Will’s handy work and ventured into the workshop/incinerator/living room. There on the left hand side was a puddle and you could see that it wasn’t from a phantom dog, but was dripping from above. And directly above the living room is the bathroom we just spent 4 months on. The puddle was obviously a leak from the bathroom.
All I saw was…
Before calling Will we did a bit of investigating. I knew this would hurt and wanted to make sure we had the facts. The facts are listed in order of there scary factor
1) the part of the ceiling around the leak (4×4) was bulging like a balloon that looked like it could pop
2) that ceiling is covered in asbestos
3) the dripping from above wasn’t stopping
4) that ceiling is covered in asbestos
Prettttyy prettttyy prettyyyy terrifying. However its best to face these things head on so we removed all electrical items from the room and called Will, he was like
Then he came home and started his own investigation which was much more technical and involved putting holes in walls.
So here is where the problem was, that yellow bucket is what is collecting our old shower water.
Can you see the asbestos bulge in the ceiling? Probably not in this pic, it’s like a fella on his way to prom, the bulge doesn’t really show up in the pics but everyone knows its there.
And just like prom again, the bulge is terrifying
Will started his holes in wall thing. He was just guessing where the leak might be, there are about 50 joins he did in the bathroom and it could’ve been any one of them.
And I’m telling you this man needs to get a job in finding things, he could be the person who looks for a needle in a haystack or diamond in the rough because by golly the very first hole he made was practically centred around that join with the leak!
Eureka! Happy dancing was in order
To celebrate the fact that we actually didn’t need to spend ££££££ on ripping down the asbestos ceiling we decided Will can trade in his Smart car and get a sports car and we got me a painting from Lora Zombie
Not very practical but I think we are tired of making practical decisions. And anyways practicality doesn’t really suit us.
So that was our weekend. The yellow door will have to wait, we are just basking in the glory of not having to rip down the ceiling. It’s the small things.