Tomorrow when the Wall Began

I’m at the stage of nailing the walls back together, now that they are full of this lovely absorbent sound insulation. This, however, is easier said than done.

As I’ve found from putting the planks back, they have to be in exactly the right place so that the joints match up – otherwise the wonky lines draw your eye in, and the cracks look terrible. There’s no easy way to do this, other than jiggling the blasted things up and down. I’ve tried nailing them in place as soon as it looks right, but inevitably one end slips. Consequently  I adopted the technique of leaving the nail head an inch or so proud of the woodwork. As anyone who has tried to extract six inch nails from stout timber will appreciate, this is a wise precaution.

There’s one problem however – the walls look like an out of work hedgehog. After a couple of painful contacts, I’ve learnt to go around the wood with more caution. However, this evening, the inevitable happened. I bumped into the West Wall, them was a rumbling sound, and the entire lot came tumbling down like a snowball coming down the mountain with a full head of steam.

So, for the second time in a week, I’ve nearly brought my life to a premature end. For my next trick I’ll set myself on fire.