Some people are strange.....
Dad and I have renovated a few houses in our time. But our place in Wellington was the product of some misguided fool that thought he was an interior decorator par excellence.
Just a few examples:

1/ In the lounge there were 2x 2 metre lengths of coiled ship's rope screwed to the ceiling and painted. God knows why.

2/ There were alcoves in the walls **everywhere**, the smallest being 5cm by 5cm.

3/ There was a narrow room 1m wide and 5m long. Again, God knows why.

4/ The fireplace in the dining room was a faux-Romanesque plaster monstrosity with doric columns and ledges. I took to it with a crowbar. A hefty swing into the left column and THUD! the crowbar disppeared into it. Hollow it was! Not only that, it was made of 3 pieces of kindling (yes, the stuff you put on fires) surrounded by chicken mesh, surrounded by old lino, then painted 20 or 30 times. The ledges were made of every scrappy bit of wood he had left over.

5/ When widening the entrance to the wardrobe (double wardrobe, narrow single door - go figure...) we found that one of the main door supports was too short and he had rested it on top of a beer bottle lying on its side in a special compartment made to fit it....

In later life, I wonder if he went into construction - that might explain all the leaky buildings we have here.

Length - it took 4 years to completely renovate and improve that place.
(Sebulba continues to fight evil with evil....., Thu 3 Apr 2008, 18:38, 1 reply)

My old house! You live in my old house!*

*most likely not a true statement
( flirting with badgers What? It sounded good at the time., Fri 4 Apr 2008, 1:07, closed)