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Sh*t my plumber says

Sh*t my plumber says

Tradespeople can be tricky. Case in point: the very first job we had done – moving a castiron soilpipe from going through our conservatory and replacing it with plastic one around the side of the house. There was no way husband was able to do this job – even if he could heft an 100kg...
Masters of the Disasterverse

Masters of the Disasterverse

Four weeks in and we were starting to get cocky. In the World’s Biggest Room, husband was just finishing his third coat of brilliant white, bravely battling through a case of snow blindness. When a tiny crack appeared above his head, he gently rolled over it again, not sure he could believe his eyes. “It...
Masters of the Plasterverse

Masters of the Plasterverse

  Husband had grand ideas before we started No93 of us becoming tradesmen extraordinaire. He figured the more we knew, the less help we’d need, and the more money we’d make. Simples. The first test of this theory (apart from his rewiring experiment, see embarrassing man dance, above) was plastering. In exchange for a small...
All wired up

All wired up

  This post is about electrics. I gave it a sexier head than ‘Rewiring’ cause, frankly anything that can be done to sex up electrics the better. My under-employed husband took himself back to school to learn how to rewire a house, on a FOUR-day course. That was it. And he only had to do...
The naked renovaters

The naked renovaters

After picking up the keys to 93, it was time to strip. Don’t worry, I didn’t go all bare naked lady – instead, high heels were traded in for steel-toe caps, hairbands for gas masks and sunnies for safety goggles. The next two weeks were an eye-opener. At least until some flying grit blinded us....