One of the early lessons I’ve learned of house ownership is that small jobs seem to breed; some breeding into many small jobs while others produce mutated bastard offspring many times the size of the original job. After today the latter has now happened to me twice and it’s pushing me to the edge of despair!
The first time this happened was after having finished re-painting a wall in the kitchen, the paintwork began the bubble and with little encouragement began to come away from the wall leaving plaster as naked as the day it was skimmed on! It’s become apparent that after the kitchen was renovated by a previous owner the paint was applied too quickly after re-plastering and without applying a primer which would’ve provided a key for the paint to hang onto; and so the paint is coming away revealing lots of lovely mould from the damp that’s been trapped. On the bright-side, this problem could be a lot worse but the dark-side is that two rapidly and extremely decomposing bags of flour now indicate possible mould growing behind the kitchen units. These units will now need to be removed for the walls to be stripped of paint, primed and repainted and then the units can be reinstalled. This job will soon be photographically pinned to my personal definition of “Pain in the arse”.
Meanwhile upstairs a routine clean of the winter mould appeared a lot more pronounced that it should be, removing the wallpaper has now revealed a dodgily concreted-up flew from an old gas heater that was long removed which seems to be sweating behind the wallpaper, hence the mould. This will need repairing but I’m not yet sure how. In the mean time the wall has now been stripped to bare plaster. I never liked the wall paper anyway, it was pretty horrific, it was going to go but I was hoping it didn’t need to happen just yet as is life.
I won’t go into the leaky bathtub, that’s another bundle of fun I don’t even want to know about just yet…
