I am the master of my own house. So when I slave away at home I've only myself to blame. When I arrived last night, the aerial installer was still hard at work. In fact, he continued to work hard until around 8. There's putting in the extra time for you. Had it not have had homo erotic undertones, I might have suggested that we go somewhere for me to buy him a pint, but he'd clearly looked uncomfortable when I'd asked if he had a girlfriend waiting on his return, so I cut my losses and paid him. The point about the girlfriend was that, in her mind, he would have been letting her down, coming back late, yet in my mind, he was completing the job, no matter how much effort it took. Anyway, I got to watch some broadcast Tv last night. First signal received in this house. Tv licence is finally paying off. I watched about 15 minutes of some Tv and then went to radio. I was otherwise occupied. I could have seen Peep Show, but I didn't get round to it. Today I bought the first three series on Dvd. I will watch and learn.
In my own efforts, I was quite successful. I was removing plaster and I removed a lot of it. It had been damp, and so smelled of mould, which is not nice. It also took a lot of hitting with my hammer and chisel. There's more to come off, but I feel like I made good progress. My arms ache a bit, but That's labouring. I also decided to build a little stud wall to block off my chimney. I'm inspired. I'm also out for the next two nights, so it will have to wait.