Steel beam

As I left for the shops, Paul the Brickie, Clive and Robbie (who drives the truck), were seeing how heavy the steel beam was. Paul and Robbie tried lifting it on their own with much grunting and shrieks of masculine delight. I wished them luck and left.

I returned to find they’d lifted it onto the the new wall, over the sliding door gap. They’d been joined by Dave the Builder. Sadly I didn’t witness the feat. A shame but hopefully the fixed camera caught some of it.

I did, however, witness Paul’s jubilation as he laid a spirit level across the top of it. It was perfect: A testament to their great wall building skills. Talking to Dave the Neighbour a little later, he wasn’t surprised, saying they constantly check their work with a level. So, brick by brick and block by block, the walls are perfect, too.

And it’s perfectly level

It was the final packing day for me and I once more attacked the final bits and pieces ahead of the big move tomorrow. I have to say that I’m REALLY looking forward to living in London for a month. This is mainly because I’ll not have to do any more bloody packing!

Mirinda came home early afternoon, a while after the builders had left (Clive had a wedding to go to plus they’d run out of things to do) and was equally amazed at the size of the steel beam and, subsequently, the size the sliding doors will be. As Dave the Builder said, we will really feel like we’re in the garden.

Because I’d packed almost every bit of crockery, cutlery and every cooking utensil, we dined on fish and chips (which I had to eat with a spoon) for our final meal in our presently (but not for much longer) tiny, little house.

As an aside, this guy’s videos of his kid are just brilliant. Have a view, here.