It’s not often you get a bird’s-eye view of the ground floor from the second storey. Would you dare to stand on those joists? I did not I can assure you, particularly being scared of heights, but after major reconstructive surgery, I declare they are straight as a pin and perfectly sound. Three weeks ago, however, they were holding on for dear life. This is just one of the joyful discoveries from the last few weeks since we arrived home from Florence.
I always knew that ripping a 500-year-old barn to pieces would treat us to a whole host of unwanted surprises, but I wasn’t expecting this many. My last renovation update was the live I did on 5th July, a couple of days after we got home. Since then we’ve had quite a few things to contend with as far as the barn is concerned, and to be honest, I’ve struggled to find the time to do everything that my life demands of me. I did actually have half of this post written for you, but lost it when our broadband died a slow painful death, so I’ve started again with the benefit of time and reflection on my side. Believe me, this is a much calmer version of the post.
For readers less keen on the DIY/renovation side of things (at least till it gets to the stage of choosing colours) I’m trying to give you something totally different once a week, which is why recently you’ve had a post about joyful things, another guest interview, and my two-part guide to Florence and the surrounding area. There’s an anniversary post coming soon, a gardening post, another guest interview, along with a post about weight loss. But, soon the doors and windows will be fitted and the scaffold will come down, so then the real fun begins too.
I always promised you I would tell you everything about the renovation of our barn, not just the fun bits. So many writers and creators skim over anything that goes wrong, which I think is crazy because that’s very often the really juicy stuff. So, today you’re going to hear about the levitating floor, the dodgy electrics with more connections than Clapham Junction, and the multi-level travertine marble floor that we thought was flat.
But, first the floor held up by not much more than a G-string. We’ve always wondered why the en suite bathroom floor was so wonky. It used to creak so loudly it felt like it was about to snap. Now we know why…
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