Jack and Katrina's Place

The last few months have been takenup with a project to refurbish the upstairs bathroom. After 20 years it was looking a bit tired, the shower mixer would only run full hot, the toilet would only flush if you held the button down for at least a minute, and carpet all around the bath and toilet was proving incompatible with toilet traing a little boy. So out it all came. Something satisfying about standing in your bathroom and swinging a crowbar into the wall linings. Less satisfying is the couple of hundred hours it seemed like I stood underneath a sanding block trying to fair the new wall linings in with the existing plasterboard. Mask and googles kept most of the dust out, but turned my hair grey, I ran downstairs to ask Katrina if I looked llike George Clooney (as hair colour is the only real difference between us) but she wasn't convinced!

Anyway to help with this process Katrina's brother Ian, who is actually an apprentice builder instead of a George Clooney lookalike, came to help me install the bath and waterproof wall linings etc. This took a bit of doing as fitting new stuff into an older house is fiddlier than just building all new. There was lot of measuring to be done. Guy detected early on that this was a male dominated environment and thus something he should 'help' with. Here he is getting amongst it with his Uncle Ian. He mastered the tape measure and when Katrina popped her head round the door, Guy was holding up the tape measure and calling out "it's two ninety nine mummy - two ninety nine!" What you can't see in this photo is that Guy is out of nappies and wearing teeny little underpants. Everytime he bent down with his tape measure, he displayed the worlds littlest builder crack!

Katrina makes a start, at this point we were committed.

"This looks dangerous, can I do some?"

"Its two nintey nine mummy"

Helping Ian break he plasterboard, waiting for the bang

Mummy brought morning Tea and we laughed at Uncle Ians jokes.