Cementing. The Relationship.

Oh, Martin, what would we do without your stuff?! Today, we utilised your marvellous cement mixer! There were two distinct jobs. Three, in fact. 

A mix of lime and sand was for the edges of the frames in the open window holes... before we install wooden panels to block out the loir. And the bats. And our little robin. Sorry robin. Kevin entrusted me with this job. He hasn't said anything since he told me it didn't matter if it was a messy job. That was before I began. I'm afraid to say that it was indeed a messy job, but, even though he's been up and looked at it, he's said nothing.
The sort of gaps I had to address...

 Gaps addressed.

And now for the other use of the cement mixer... For actual cement! That process involved a bag of little rocky bits, a bag of sand and half a bag of cement powder. Kevin had decided to make something he referred to as 'shutters'. Now, I didn't make a fuss, but this is not my idea of 'shutters', but what do I know? He used some old wood salvaged from the pottery loft, and constructed these rather attractive bottomless boxes. Shutters.


 The smaller frame was placed around the inspection hole.

And then the larger frame took its place. Kevin poured his cement mix into the gap between the shutters.


Ever the romantic... (But no hearts, notice) The 'shutters' have to come off after 48 hours, officially, but I think Kevin is keen to get them off tomorrow to re-use on the other inspection cap. So there we have it! A cement casket for the precious little peep hole. I'm not sure how we'd manage out here if it weren't for Kevin and his know-how.
Ah, the third use of the cement mixer was a lime and sand mix to rebuild the wall in yesterday's hole for the sink waste. Slightly reminiscent of the nativity scene from a few days ago, but without Kevin's bottom spoiling the tableau.

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