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I don't even know where to start

So, last time we met dear reader I was Nitromorsing a fireplace in my pants. We chose a new fire, and arranged to get it delivered and fitted, keeping the original surround.

So it was looking like this:


In the second image you can see my dad prying it away from the wall. The marble backing eventually had to be smashed into bits to get it loose, but we got the surround off, and finished stripping it and re-undercoated it.

The guy came to fit the new fire place - much hooing and haaing ensued as it turned out that the granite backing had been cut too big (but not before it had been stuck to the wall) so we were told we would have to have a new surround (despite the big fuss about the custom size of the backing we'd had cut) from the shop (funny that) before common sense prevailed and they took the damn granite off the wall and back to the shop to be re cut.
It also turns out we need the chimney lining - the large amount of smoke filling the upstairs rooms when the guy did the smoke test was a bit of a giveaway. So all fireplace related gubbins will now take place on Thursday. Watch this space. Thankfully Chris and Simon (long standing crazy mate) removed all the old fire things from the front garden, as it was beginning to look a bit Clampitt-esque. Fireplace is currently big dark hole in wall. Could make a wicked open fire...

In other news, decoration in the living room is slowly coming along, and looking dandy:





Just to show, this is what it looked like before:

This first photo being from the estate agent.

And here's one of when it was our happy little squat - complete with my chair for sitting in to wait for deliveries. When we had no electricity - which seems like such a long time ago now!


So hey, any time before Christmas, right..

We've optimistically set November 10th as the date for the housewarming, but I've spent this week in various states of sleeping, crying, puking and other unpleasantness due to gastroenteritis.. so it will need some serious arsekicking once I can spend more than an hour on my feet without wanting to die (travelling is also interesting - bleurgh!)

I'm also being told "just one more day!" on the bathroom (which was what I was told on my birthday!) and apparently Deadly spent Saturday doing all the remaining cuts that need doing, leaving the finishing off to be something akin to a big jigsaw puzzle. He did think I'd kick his arse because it looks like nothing has been done though. Too tired to arsekick.

In other, slightly random news, it turns out that there is a guy selling a Rovers fanzine on the bridge near the house on matchdays - which I think is very cool. It's called 4000 Holes (but of course) and has a website http://www.4000holes.co.uk