Another Post post

Well. Things are continuing to hurtle along - so much to tell you, but so little time for the telling!

This week saw the continuation of the plaster process. No cornices or ceiling roses to show you yet, but I believe they are imminent. 

It got all biblical on us today with gale-force winds, flooding rains, and the Aussie version of snow: hail. None of which is conducive to the delivery of our delicate Victorian cornices.

That weather also ruled out the commencement of the verandahs - their posts stacked forlornly in the front yard, feeling all threatened by the close proximity of our scrap heap.

The pre-sale makeover of the Principle Residence was also on hold, with a lovely delivery of fresh turf but appalling conditions saw it merely stacked under the carport.

 "I was awake all night worrying about it" cried the landscaper. No doubt because the AFL grand final is the day after tomorrow and I have a sneaking suspicion he may be a supporter of one of the combatants. 

It's like "Sophie's Choice" - will he choose to let the turf die in favour of his other love? 

Meanwhile, the verandahs have proved to be our biggest headache of all so far. As recounted in my last Post post, we couldn't wrap our minds around post holders etc. Then we could not make a decision about the verandah flooring upstairs. Or rather, we could - but then kept changing our minds half an hour later. None of which was helped by suppliers' hours and weekend hours being two different things. 

So in the end we did what anyone would do and ordered flooring we have never seen over the phone from a business we had never heard of until this week. 

Decision made, payment made, job done. There was every chance we were going to meet the challenge of getting sealed boards to the site by Monday.

Then about an hour later, after close of business, a text arrived from T2 informing me that the verandah boards that we all believed were due to run perpendicularly, appeared on the plans to run parallel.

The 158 pieces of set length jarrah I had JUST ordered were suddenly rendered pointless. Not only that, but parallel boards seemed an affront to our "vision".  Captain Laird referred to it as the "Verandah of Shame".

I sent an after-hours email to the Very Lovely Building Company, hoping it might catch someone's attention and elicit a response that would stop me from worrying about this all night. Alas no. So I fretted the evening away thinking about whether some 24 hour mill somewhere was cutting those boards irrevocably. "Mid-level freak out" was how I classified it to the VLBC. 

At 7.15am on the dot of opening time, I called the supplier and urged them to pause our order until I had clarified the situation and its remedy. "No worries". Breathe out.

Then true to form, the Very Lovely Building Company rang on the dot of their opening time and patiently explained my options, sent a new plan,along with a list of the precise additional materials, and a promise to organise delivery. 

They simply can not be faulted, these purveyors of lovely homes. I can not emphasise that enough.

So all that's left to do now is be at the Homemade House tomorrow morning at 8.30 am to get certain wiring issues sorted out with the deputy sparky, as well as being at the Principle Residence at the exact same time awaiting delivery of the verandah flooring. 

Easy.

So back to posts: here are a couple, freshly hand-turned and waiting to be installed as newel posts in our new stair case: