What a soft day. Mist hanging in the trees, its' water dripping gently onto the buildings below.
Meanwhile, inside Sams' place the DEHUMIDIFIER in the porch works constantly, sucking in air from the open letter box, warming it and then drying it. How useful.
Glyn the builder came over to assess the works, and his sidekick said, as he walked through the door, You guys trying to dehumidify the world?
It would seem that having all the windows open is fine for drying out using central heating, but with a dehumidifier; shut up the house.
So we did, and we closed the lid on the loo and blocked up the gaping letterbox.
Sam wanted to check the place for developing damage. The floorboards are warping in places,
as is this door, which no longer closes.
We have mould forming. Spores from mould can cause respiratory difficulties, so this is not a minor matter.
Once the carpet was up in Sams' bedroom, there was more wetness and mould
trooping
about the floor boards.
The damp from the loft has begun to affect other parts of the big bedrooms' ceiling and wall. Here by the door,
where the wall has gone all wobbly along the top.
Here over the window the plasterboard has taken leave of the lintel, a little bit.
And as for this corner,
Well it's looking pretty bad.
What with all that, the floor's also warping on the landing,
the bathroom ceiling has gone all ropey along the edge
and the loft hatch is beginning to delaminate.
On the ground floor, the understair plasterboard has let go
and now it looks a proper mess.
At least we were able to lift the stinking, damp carpets.
HAPPY DAYS.
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