So no photos today, because apart from looking an awful lot tidier nothing much has changed. The room stands empty awaiting the hand of the master. Plasterers are always masters in my book. They can put a trowel-full of plaster on a wall and have it stay there (when I do it, it falls right off again); they can spread it out so that the surface is completely flat, square and plumb (when I do it, it resembles the surface of a swimming pool); and they can polish it so it looks like glass (when I do it, the trowel digs in and leaves holes everywhere).
Part of me thinks hey - they were here for about two hours. They could have made that time up yesterday and/or Wednesday and then the plasterer could have been busy working his magic all day today! But I can't really get excited about it. They're such nice guys, their work is of such a good standard and their price is unbeatable so I'm adopting a relaxed attitude to it all.


Now that the fitters have left and the front door is closed at last, I have to say it's noticeably warmer in the bathroom now the hole in the ceiling has been boarded over. The draft from the attic was quite severe. Once the heated towel rail and underfloor heating is installed it's going to be pretty cosy in there.
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