Fortunately the wind was roaring again this morning, so there really wasn't any point in getting out of bed.
Ahh yes, the floor.
Well it's just that it involved work. Scraping and cutting and bending and so on, and the wind was blowing cool and probably ill and if she hadn't made me a cup of coffee while I lay in bed reading, and announced she was off to forage in the market and it would be nice if there had been a start by the time she got back, there may not have been.
Today it was the middle bit, two simple panels, each less than a metre square, with two thirds of the old vinyl already freed from the sub base, albeit after a few hours of prising and scraping over the last week. How hard could it possibly be?
Six or maybe even eight hours hard, that's how hard!
But now we have only the front cabin to go, and the basket of goodies that turned into dinner was superb!
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