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Saturday 16th September 2006
Urgh. I've got a head full of varnish fumes. White spirit and varnish fumes. Is not good. In the late part of the morning, we drove over to HSS and picked up a floor sander and an orbital sander (?!). We then popped into Wickes (and some weird furniture shops) for a few bits and pieces: varnish, a nail punch, a 4 inch paint brush . . . oh, what the hell . . . let's go crazy . . . a few of your masonary drill bits as well - a couple of 6mm ones and an 8mm. M**** and A****** made themselves scarce, and I got on with the noisy business (having first warned my neighbours) of hammering down all protruding nails (and ones that weren't so protruding). That done, I began lawning/sanding the floorboards with this scary floor sanding machine. Very noisy, very heavy and very messy. It had a bag attached to capture most of the sawdust, but that came off a number of times. So yeah . . . sawdust everywhere. When I got down to using the orbital sander to do the edges, I figured I might as well go over the whole floor with this thing using a fine grade disc. So yeah . . . a pretty dull afternoon, all in all. Had to be done, though. All the sanding (oh, it's the back, ground floor room I'm doing here - the 'living' room) was finally complete at about half past six. Then I did a couple of rounds of hoovering and then wiped white spirit over the whole lot. The first coat of varnish was finally applied by about 11pm. But then I realised I had left the white spirit on the window sill, unreachable without walking over a load of wet varnish. Grrrrrr. Very annoyed at myself for making such a school boy error.
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