DIY is not fun.
Maybe it starts out fun at the very beginning when you look at all you have to do and see only possibilities and what it is going to look like when you are done. About midway through the DIY everything changes and instead of seeing possibilities you can only see what is left to do.
I reached this point about a week ago halfway through re-decorating the downstairs bathroom. The carpet was ripped up and S was tiling the floor when I decided I’d had enough with this DIY rubbish. So S was left to finish the room on his own. Which he didn’t mind because, after all, I’d done the kitchen on my own anyway.
So the weekend drew closer and we were deciding what to do. DIY? Again? Yes. Except with bit of a break on Sunday when we drove down south to Galloway Forest to the shores of Loch Doon and Loch Doon Castle.
Built during the late 13th Century, Loch Doon Caslte was besieged, surrendered and re-built throughout history until 1936 when it was re-located from an island in the middle of the loch to the embankment so the level of the loch could be raised via Loch Doon Damn for Hydro Electric purposes.
The castle is an irregular shape, a polygon with 11 sides, and as you can see from my photos below and HERE, there is not that much left of it.
What is left of it, though, looked more like a jungle gym than a castle. So S and I decided to climb and clamber over it. A great idea, really. Especially since it was raining and very windy. I did not want to climb it in the first place because, even though you can’t really tell from the pictures, it is about 7 feet high in its shortest place. And I am not.
Long story short is that after S gave me a leg up and I walked about 2 feet around the perimeter I decided that I’d had enough and all that was left was the getting down part. Easier said than done. Very much easier said than done.
S did not have a problem, because at 6’2″ it is not so hard to get down. But any shelf of rock or outcrop that he could reach was a foot too far down for my legs. So after five or six Holding On for Dear Life attempts I finally was able to lower myself down with the use of a still-standing door frame. S stood by me, climbing back up to help me get down more than once. Sweet, really, if he hadn’t been laughing at me the entire time.
I was filthy and freezing cold by the end of it so we decided notto stop at Turnberry for tea on the way home.
On the way out we stopped so that I could photograph an old burnt-out Land Rover which had been left at the side of the road. The picture below is my favorite from the set, which can be found HERE.
After stopping off for hot chocolate in Girvan (lovely, and less posh than Turnberry) we headed home. With a stop at B&Q to get more supplies for the DIY.
On Saturday we’d ripped up the carpet and S had laid down the vinyl tile flooring while I painted the tiles white. Sunday I painted the walls while S replaced the taps on the bath and sink.
Which, of course, led to disaster. And us having to go to his parents’ house a 10pm to have showers because we couldn’t turn the water back on at ours. It is a long story that involves sawing through copper pipes to remove old taps and then suddenly realizing, at 8:15pm on a Sunday, that we don’t have the part we need to re-connect the copper pipe and that B&Q is closed for the day.
S says he’s fixed it today and I believe him, but I am remaining pessimistic and psyching myself up to have another shower at the In-Laws’.
Once we finish the family bathroom it only leaves the hallway and the master bedroom en-suite bathroom to re-decorate (renovate, really, because the bathroom needs to be gutted). For having only lived in the house for just over 6 weeks and having already decorated three bedrooms, one bathroom and the kitchen, I’d say we’ve done pretty good for ourselves!
Next weekend? The hallway.
Will wonders never cease?