There I was, a-digging this hole, when along, comes this bloke in a bowler, which he lifted and scratched his head. Well we looked at the hole, and he said
"Do you mind if I make a suggestion?
"You're digging it round and it ought to be square, the shape of it's wrong, it's much too long, and you can't put hole where a hole don't belong."
That's not exactly how it happened (even for Bernard Cribbins), but it gives a sense of the arrival of the official today to check the square hole bashed in the wall.
It needs council sign-off before the work can continue, basically checking that the house won't fall down.
Fortunately, the steel box lintel thing in the top of the hole is rated to keep things up and the man said we are okay.
So, now we've got the underfloor tacked to the floorboards the plumbing and the main wiring done. Next will be making good all of the plaster, so that we can start on the furniture and appliances.
Tomorrow may be Saturday but it will certainly include some bish-bosh. And maybe some paint selection.
Matchpots. And dust sheets.
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