Living in a region which saw a lot of mining over the last centuries has some advantages but also some disadvantages. One of the disadvantages is the fact that the similarities of the underground with Swiss cheese are quite astonishing. The holes close after some time but the movement caused by the closing of the underground gaps goes up and breaks houses. It is not much and repairable and the mining company pays for it but you still have all the dirt and the hassle and all the things nobody really wants.
The damage is hardly visible on the picture but you can still see at the top left of the window and the lower right a long, already plastered crack (there were more, off the picture). The walls get a rough-cast and an insulation, all done by me, so don’t expect too much work the the parser for now.
The insulation (no room for it outside, so it has to be done inside, which makes it brutally more expensive) was what it started in the first place. The kitchen has three outside walls and after insulating one (outside) we got problems with condensing water which later caused some mould to settle. Ripping off the wallpapers showed some cracks, not expected, we know where we live. One call and a day later, the cracks were inspected, okay’d and another day later repaired. Not only plastered but glued together by injecting, with high pressure a synthetic resin. That at the beginning of october and the picture is from today. What happened? The first inspection was done by a woman, well known to sit on the money but also fast to decide if the client is okay with the cheapest solution. This client was me, because the only thing I wanted was to get the cracks glued shut to be able to go on with the insulation. So it went fast and after some drying time, I just cut open the first bag of concrete when the phone rang. A colleague of the aforementioned woman wanted to look at it at the next available date. Available for him, not for me and the next date was one week later.
He finally came, looked around, and after waving some instruments at the walls and a short chat he left. I do not know exactly why he did it but I have my suspicions and I don’t think it is something nice.
One week lost.
On with the work and on with the rough cast, or so I thought.
I made the cast from some leftover concrete-mix (the only-add-water type) which was a bad idea: it was probably too old and didn’t harden.
Another week lost.
And it is not the case that this wall is the single thing I have to do, and so:
Another week lost.
And we write the 31st of October now, Halloween.
On a side-note: the final rendering for the insulation is some expensive stuff which I ordered and payed in advance and is still not available. But at least:
No week lost.
It is unknown if we’ll have a renovated kitchen before christmas.
And how was your October?