I’d almost forgotten about the effort involved in bringing back to life our beautiful timber floor boards. Having just stripped the wallpaper off the walls in what will become our study / office, or as I currently call “stupidf&*kingb%@chf@#kc*^t-of-a-room”, I was certain that was the WORST JOB EVER.
Then i remembered the tiles.
Oh…
My…
God…
You deceptive little bastards.
A musician, and IT professional, master of the flat pack assembly and now a home renovator. A man of many skills, you could call him a renaissance man. But not in like the whole Renaissance fair type deal. Those things are just weird.