Let’s get this right…
Our self-professed lone wolf is tearing things up so other men can come in and make things right…something about his job being done?
While this is extraordinarily open-minded of him, I think it best that he stay closer to home, at least for the time being, and continue to maintain that monopoly on Mrs. Fox’s hugs.
Missing tea mugs are much, much easier to replace. 
I’m afraid hugs for Mrs Fox will have to wait Surfermom. I now have confirmation that the plasterers will arrive bright and and early tomorrow morning, this means that all pending jobs must be completed by close of play tonight. Saturday night work finished at eleven thirty, yes that’s correct. Thirty minutes from midnight, and I was swinging the hammer again on Sunday at seven in the morning.
For Surfermom’s information, the jobs in question have been dismantling cupboards and worktops, some of which were built into the structure of the house, and drive them to the dumpsite in bite size pieces to avoid the need for a skip (dumpster)…
Old extraction units had to be removed and the holes through the walls bricked up.
New electrical items require new concealed cables, and walls needed to be chased out for trunking to be plastered in place.
Some electrical circuits were not up to present day standards and have had to be brought up to spec, and the house sound system, with loudspeakers in most rooms has had to be re-routed, because what once was a cupboard and hid the wiring, is now open wall.
So today is my last working day before the plasterers arrive, and it’s my last ‘Big Push’…
I suspect another late night…
Since I visited the physio, my back has refused all attempts to run, in fact, it has set me back a month, just as I was starting on my comeback. My last visit will be on this Thursday, but until then I have put my running on hold…Gumbud…
…So once Mrs Fox can put down the vacuum cleaner and mop, hugs, may or may not return…;-)…but I’m not holding my breath…
Have to admit when I hurt my back physio did me no good at all. Eventually a new doctor at the practice have me pills that totally relaxed me and I slept like a baby for a week…worked for me
I know it might be difficult to think like this but the kitchen will be lovely when it’s done … you are right though such a big job is not easy as we get older especially with a bad back… a lesson for us all
I do sympathize with ya OGF - women and their kitchens are a bloody nightmare and I am sure Mrs Fox is no exception!
Foxy, I hope you are OK.
I look forward to the pics when it is finished. lol
Agreed, but just of just the kitchen, not the skirmishes, please 
:shock:
In another week or two, the kitchen will be fresh and bright, and most especially back in production…(mentioned obliquely to gumbud-who-doesn’t-seem-to-be-complaining-when-a-roast-chicken-is coming-from-said-nightmarish-kitchens-and-women 
)…while you and Mrs. Fox will be enjoying the fruits, vegetables, and entrées of your labors. Maybe a few candles here, a nice bottle of wine there…;-).
I’m really pleased to hear you are back with your physical therapist on Thursday, and I hope that after some pushing, prodding, and poking, you feel a lot better.
This is an overwhelmingly summer for your family and I expect that you could all use a break and some rest, but press on. Seeing your daughter marry is such a lovely thing, OGF - one of the most precious times in her life - and I hope you can take a deep breath and enjoy this time as she would most certainly want you to do. The great outdoors, your moody piriformis, and your running shoes will still be waiting for you come August :hug:.
Thanks Summer, and yes, the only thing that seems to work on my back is a good dose of Ibuprofen and definitely not the charming Kevin…(The Physio) However, he reckons that three visits should do the trick, so I will give him a chance.
You can say that again Gumbud, it’s been a nightmare. I think Mrs Fox has got a touch of OCD and it’s impossible to prize the vacuum cleaner out of her muscular arms, very strong woman indeed…:shock:
Pictures in abundance when it’s done Sweetie Pie, in fact I’ve got a few of the devastation before the plasterer arrived this morning…
Ha, Surfermom, no need to wait until the kitchen is finished, Mrs Fox likes nothing better than to sink a few red wines while I’m cooking the dinner on a camping stove, or doing the washing up afterwards…Proper slave driver she is…
So with red and bloody knuckles after spending all day yesterday chiseling out walls for cables (for every hammer blow to the chisel, the knuckles took one also) and then the two hour cleanup operation so I could cook us some dinner, I eventually fell into bed with an aching back… Thankfully I just had time to gobble my porridge this morning before the plasterer arrived. At least the kitchen is ‘Out of bounds’ for me today while he ‘Does his stuff’ so it’s a good opportunity to get some rest and catch up with the forum.
This was the disaster area before the plasterer turned up…
http://www.over50sforum.com/picture.php?albumid=1297&pictureid=11878
And this was yesterday’s job, cutting out the wall for the cables, from ceiling to almost the floor, and then afterwards removing brick dust from every surface and orifice…
http://www.over50sforum.com/picture.php?albumid=1297&pictureid=11879
Good lad OGF, one thing i hated doing as a Lekky was the large dose of hammer rash gained while chasing the walls.
I think she’s won OGF!!!
Thanks for the pics Foxy.
I remember helping chase out the walls for my BIL, when he rewired his whole house, very time consuming, let alone messy.
I also had a go at plastering, I wasn’t bad either, a bit like icing a cake.
However, I can tile walls as good as any - So there.
Now, I have heard on good authority, that the best parties are in the kitchen, so when it is finished - hint hint;-)
Keep us posted Foxy.
Ha ha, yes cheers Nom, it’s dirty and painful work Nom, the little bits of breeze block got everywhere, up me nose, in me hair, and even in my underwear when I got undressed to go for a shower…:shock:
It wasn’t until today that I found most of the damage to my thumbs and knuckles after they stiffend up overnight…
As I sit perusing the forum I can hear the plasterers trowel scouring the walls, I’ll wake up and it’s all been a bad dream…
Nooooooooo…Us marathon runners can be quite resilient Gumbud, I’ll play along with her for a while and let her think she’s won. I’ll play the long game, and give her a ‘False sense of security’ and then call her from the Premier Inn in Hull…Just like the words to the song:- By the time I get to Phoenix she’ll be waking…She didn’t believe I’d really leave her…cos I left that girl so many times before…
I don’t think ‘Hull’ has the same ring to it though…
I miss Glen Campbell and his songs…
You’ll always find me in the kitchen at parties Sweetie Pie… And if you come, you’d better bring your plasterers trowel with you and show me what a smoothie you are…:-D:-D:-D
Listen ear Foxy, I can get plastered without a trowel.
That’s the brightest, funniest exchange I’ve read all day, Sweetie Pie!
It made me smile too sweetie
Allen the plasterer did a sterling job on my kitchen, and what a nice bloke. Although he cleaned up the best he could, he did leave me with quite a lot of surplus plaster festooning pipes, plug boxes and other orifices that shouldn’t normally be submerged in plaster. No work on the kitchen today to allow the plaster to dry, so I used the opportunity to visit the Household Recycling Site with the accumulated debris that adorned the garage making it difficult to squeeze in the motor.
It was while I was struggling with a large heavy box full of old floor tiles at the dump when a sharp eyed jobsworth approached me, and after a brief forage around my box of tiles, informed me that they were ‘Marley Tiles’ and contained asbestos. And “They can not be deposited here without special packaging and an inspection from a council official”… So I had to take them home…
Kevin massaged my piriformis and suggested that I allow it to settle down for a few weeks and see how it goes. It always feels brilliant after a session for the rest of the day, but seems to stiffen up during the night, which makes me think that the problem still exists, I worry that I might not come back from this…
I thought the same when I did my back in Bob… and I’ll admit it took a long time to get better but it’s back to normal now…who would have thought it? Stay positive that’s half the battle
I’ve always been known as ‘Mr Positive’ Summer, ‘Mr Optimistic’ but due to recent events I’m struggling to keep it together… It seems like one problem after another, and each morning I wake up to yet another unexpected challenge…
“My life has changed in oh so many ways,
My independence seems to vanish in the haze,
and every now and then I feel so insecure
and I know, I need you like, I’ve never done before”
“Help me if you can I’m feeling doooouwn,
And I do appreciate you being rooooound,
Help me get my feet back on the groooound,
Won’t you pleeeeeease Help meeeeouw”…
Foxy please remember that Mr Positive hasn’t disappeared, he is still there but just feeling a bit fed up…like everybody does!
In the early stages of my cancer treatment I was feeling really down, till I realized that the hospital were not making sure they had enough Chemo nurses to look after their patients. That gave me something to do, so I wrote to the hospital and my MP ( I am good at complaining ) and my cancer became less significant, because I had something to focus on & feel good about. The hospital got more nurses and I survived my cancer.
Just wait till you have a lovely new kitchen and the sun is beckoning you to go for a run. You may not return to being as good as you were ( we are all getting older:mrgreen:) but you will have a strong desire and return to doing something that gives you pleasure.
