Sunday 17th February 2013

In truth, there has been no bathroom update because we both feel a little bit let down by the guy doing the work. We had hoped that it would mostly be done by Friday and so our trips to Tony's for showers were at an end. However, when we came home from work on Thursday, the grouting had been done, and the skirting boards were glued in place, and that was it. And the real bad news was that with the flooring to be done on Friday he wasn't going to come back until Monday, which meant another weekend without the shower.



It was a massive disappointment, and we were both pretty crushed by it, not that four extra days makes a huge amount of difference, but to see it it so close to being down, and yet, so far. Oh well. Thing is, I won't see the completed room until Friday as I'm off to Denmark early tomorrow, which was why I wanted to have it done before the weekend.



so, Friday I worked from hoe so I could be here when the carpet, or flooring guys came round, as it was a soft covering rather than a carpet we were having put down. They arrived at ten and began bringing in hardboard to line the floor. And then came the banging. And more banging. And yet more banging. The the floor covering went up, much glueing occurred, then the flooring went down.



And they drank tea, banged some more then left. And it looks pretty much done, except for the shower frame. In the cold light cold day, we see that the walls need some more attention, and a few other areas, but we can do that next weekend. So, that's it.



Anyway, at least it was the weekend, and so when Jools came back from work, we had a coffee before she went off for her fitness class and I stayed behind to make sure the radio is listened to.



And so to Saturday: I was meeting a friend of flickr and Jools had a beading class. I say friend, Will was someone who had asked in one of the groups I'm a member of if there were places to visit in Kent.So I said if he was down Dover way, so he did call and we arranged to meet.



So, after doing a couple of shores in town; dropping off some stuff at a charity shop and buying some bird food, I went to the station to wait for Will to arrive. I did worry when the appointed time came and went, but he turned up half an hour later on the next train, and after a handshake we headed to the National Trust's place up on the cliffs to look at the ferries coming and going.



I thought Will might like a walk along a beach, so we drove to St Margaret's Bay, parked up and wandered around snapping away. It was a very low tide, with much more rock exposed than usual, which made for some dark shots.I liked them, anyway.



Next, the St Martin's Battery at the other end of Dover harbour, so he could see the old hoverport and the trains coming and going, before finally heading to Folkestone so we could snap the old Harbour Station. Despite being here countless times before, I love it here, as do many other photographers, and took a hundred or so shots at the decay and vandalism.



It was by then time to drop Will back at the station as he had to meet his partner back in Canterbury before heading back to Reading. So, back home for coffee and cake and to listen to the football on the radio, with Norwich not playing it was interesting to hear Arsenal being the victim of this round's giantkilling by Blackburn, so almost certainly another year goes by with the Gooners not winning a trophy; eight years and counting.....

And so to Sunday: some minor painting, glossing the skirting boards and windowsill, before doing a tip run and going to drop Mike's tools off at his house. And then back home for part two of the Dark Night marathon; we have borrowed to DVDs from Tony and are watching all three films over the weekend. Turns out neither of us had seen the first part, which explains why the second part made so little sense. Or the third for that matter....

Time now to pack for the week away and to cook steak and ale pie for dinner. See you all on Saturday....