LIGHTS Camera Action !!!!
This week, i have been able to flick a switch and the lights in the ceilings come on....
OK, perhaps not all that great you say...But. a milestone reached in our Lanoy experience.
Since January, one half of the house has had no overhead lighting... either it didn't exist or it was scarily dangerous, and every time you flicked the wall switch on the switch would buzz, followed by a spark, followed by the over head lights furiously flickering. The chandelier in the main stairwell looked lovely when we first viewed the house last year. but when we actually moved in we realised that it was rusty and dangerous. It fizzed and buzzed just like the flickering lights in a spooky Stephen King film. Sometimes i could imagine the face of a lunatic pressed up against the window glass, eyes fixated silently watching my every move... A bit like Stevie washing the windows
We also soon came to realise that the reason why the chandelier had 18 light fittings yet only 3 bulbs worked was the fact that it was 25ft high up and no one would go up there to replace a blown bulb.
Also, the dim glow of the 3 remaining working bulbs hid the massively damp mouldy ceiling wich was falling down above our heads .
This is the stairwell when we bought the house.
Yes...we bought a house with the wall paperhanging off and a black mouldy ceiling which was falling down...... ( go back to the lunatic reference in the previous paragraph) The inlaws visited at the weekend... Im sure we confirmed their suspicions...we've gone feral!
Its still looks the same - ish. although we are gradually stripping off the wallpaper and scraping the lovely chocolate mousse coloured silk vinyl paint the entire hall, stairs and landing was painted with. I call the colour ' chocolate mousse' as its far more politically correct and definitely more lady like than calling it the ' shitty brown paint'..which it is. Its old vinyl paint which is able to be literally scraped off the walls by using a very sharp professional decorating scraper with a razor type blade.
I have to say, I find it incredibly therapeutic... scraping paint off walls is rather like peeling sunburn off my husbands back. Hugely addictive! ... and once you start you cant stop. Each piece you peel off is a challenge..with the aim that the next piece is bigger than the last piece. One peeled, what is left underneath is extremely clean, beautifully plastered original walls that look like new plaster work.. amazing condition really.
Anyway, i digress...back to lights and electric. We now have a fully functioning electrical installation on the right hand side of the house. The bathroom and kitchen ceilings now resemble the runway at Newquay airport, my dressing room is brightly lit like a interrogation room and we have some gorgeous new chandeliers hanging from the newly plastered ceilings. The wall sockets actually work. So no need for 5 extension cables running through the entire house, all linked together and running off one hugely overloaded socket. No more coming home to find the builders have unplugged my freezer to plug in their electric tools leaving me with defrosted sausages and ice cream to eat that evening . I now have the luxury of having my bedside lights plugged into the wall sockets behind the bedside tables !! So no more tripping over cables whilst fumbling my way along the passage way and staircase in the dark !
xxx
Jo
OK, perhaps not all that great you say...But. a milestone reached in our Lanoy experience.
Since January, one half of the house has had no overhead lighting... either it didn't exist or it was scarily dangerous, and every time you flicked the wall switch on the switch would buzz, followed by a spark, followed by the over head lights furiously flickering. The chandelier in the main stairwell looked lovely when we first viewed the house last year. but when we actually moved in we realised that it was rusty and dangerous. It fizzed and buzzed just like the flickering lights in a spooky Stephen King film. Sometimes i could imagine the face of a lunatic pressed up against the window glass, eyes fixated silently watching my every move... A bit like Stevie washing the windows
We also soon came to realise that the reason why the chandelier had 18 light fittings yet only 3 bulbs worked was the fact that it was 25ft high up and no one would go up there to replace a blown bulb.
Also, the dim glow of the 3 remaining working bulbs hid the massively damp mouldy ceiling wich was falling down above our heads .
This is the stairwell when we bought the house.
Yes...we bought a house with the wall paperhanging off and a black mouldy ceiling which was falling down...... ( go back to the lunatic reference in the previous paragraph) The inlaws visited at the weekend... Im sure we confirmed their suspicions...we've gone feral!
Its still looks the same - ish. although we are gradually stripping off the wallpaper and scraping the lovely chocolate mousse coloured silk vinyl paint the entire hall, stairs and landing was painted with. I call the colour ' chocolate mousse' as its far more politically correct and definitely more lady like than calling it the ' shitty brown paint'..which it is. Its old vinyl paint which is able to be literally scraped off the walls by using a very sharp professional decorating scraper with a razor type blade.
I have to say, I find it incredibly therapeutic... scraping paint off walls is rather like peeling sunburn off my husbands back. Hugely addictive! ... and once you start you cant stop. Each piece you peel off is a challenge..with the aim that the next piece is bigger than the last piece. One peeled, what is left underneath is extremely clean, beautifully plastered original walls that look like new plaster work.. amazing condition really.
Anyway, i digress...back to lights and electric. We now have a fully functioning electrical installation on the right hand side of the house. The bathroom and kitchen ceilings now resemble the runway at Newquay airport, my dressing room is brightly lit like a interrogation room and we have some gorgeous new chandeliers hanging from the newly plastered ceilings. The wall sockets actually work. So no need for 5 extension cables running through the entire house, all linked together and running off one hugely overloaded socket. No more coming home to find the builders have unplugged my freezer to plug in their electric tools leaving me with defrosted sausages and ice cream to eat that evening . I now have the luxury of having my bedside lights plugged into the wall sockets behind the bedside tables !! So no more tripping over cables whilst fumbling my way along the passage way and staircase in the dark !
xxx
Jo
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