Friday 9 May 2014
By Friday the tiles had been laid for a week, so we decided to go for it with the grout. Dave mixed up a bucketful and armed with our modified rubber gloves we started under the stairs in a hidden corner of the pantry.
By Friday the tiles had been laid for a week, so we decided to go for it with the grout. Dave mixed up a bucketful and armed with our modified rubber gloves we started under the stairs in a hidden corner of the pantry.
Yoghurt pot measurements: 3 fine sand, sieved; 1 part lime, sieved; dollop of PVA glue; enough water to make gloopy, spooned into rubber gloves fitted with a cut-off funnel end, and squeezed painstakingly into each crevice.
Turns out this job is back-breaking. But what job isn't?
To avoid going back over the grouted tiles we did an area, then wiped the excess and moved on to do another area. After falling over each other too much, Dave went back to the external plastering and left me grovelling around with the grout.
Why won't the cat just drink out of the fresh water drinking bowl? Maybe short of calcium?
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