no longer craning my neck

The ceiling in the room downstairs is now finally done, and I can try to get the twists out my neck caused by spending the last week working on the ceiling.

In progress it did have a resemblance to a conceptual art installation, though the theme - the transient value of what appears in newspapers - has already been overdone. Today it's news, tomorrow it's lining the cat's tray. In our case protecting the beams from the B&Q bargain value white emulsion.



Thanks to our fine electrician, Claude, the finished view now also has the lights installed, and the plug points and light switches finished too. The wall is only thinly painted, so the white should subsequently be a bit whiter, before we move in the wardrobe (it sounds better as an "armoire"). Though actually moving it in from the farmhouse will be a bit challenging, as I think it weighs getting on for a quarter of a ton. And the door-frame needs to be filled around the edge, and maybe an architrave too.



And one day, one day, we'll also have a bedroom door in the doorway, instead of a sheet of bubblewrap (or nothing).