Last night my nephew and I moved the movable furniture out of my kitchen and back room, then pulled up the old lino in preparation for new lino. Afterwards I swept and vacuumed up years worth of dust and furballs and hopefully some of the mould smell.
I’ve been in my house nine years and when I moved in there were little holes and rips in the lino and I was fully aware that it needed replacing. It was obviously laid unprofessionally and I could hear the grit underneath it as I walked over it after I’d vacuumed. After I got the bulk of the interior painted just over a year ago I thought I’d get the floor coverings done not long afterwards. I didn’t for various reasons and finally got around to selecting some new lino a few months ago.
It took longer to come in than I expected but I finally got a phone call a couple of weeks ago setting a date for it to be laid.
So, back to moving furniture. Lucky we’re not expecting rain because most of it went outside as I don’t have room elsewhere within the house to temporarily house it. The fridge is in the lounge room which is actually quite handy when watching television and needing a cold beverage.
So this morning, the lino layer arrived and inspected the bare floor. I bit my lip while I waited for the inevitable ‘oh’ from the lino layer.
Sure enough, it happened. There is a drain out in the back room that is not used by anything and sits underneath a cupboard but it has to be filled in and needs time to dry. This means that the lino now will not be laid until Monday and I thought I had the weekend to get the house back to normal. I can’t do any washing – perhaps that’s a good thing as it will give me a chance to fold up the two clean loads I have. The lino layer helped me move the kitchen table and another small cupboard back into the kitchen so I can at least use that. Of course they’ll have to be moved back out again on Monday.
It’s quite inconvenient, but not the worst thing that can happen to a person and at the end I’ll have fabulous new lino that matches in the two rooms, without any rips and tears.
Wow – nothing like living like gypsies for a few weeks to find out what you REALLY need in your wardrobe and what you can do without!
Good luck with the laying – I hope it all goes to plan (after that) and you can twirl around in joy on it.