shoddy

Considering the relative solidity of the built-in-wardrobe-thing in one corner of the bedroom it's strange that it's largely based on what I consider the cheat's method of nails-hammered-into-walls. They went to the trouble of skimming the plasterboard used for its walls and adding a cornice at the joint with the roof and hanging a pair of those hideous louvre doors (removed swiftly after we first moved in) on a sliding track it's odd that they couldn't be arsed to anchor the thing properly in the first place. I'd much rather spend a few extra minutes unscrewing some screws (then keeping them and the undamaged length of timber for use elsewhere) to dismantle it rather than having to lever and wrench it out, worrying slightly in case it brings any wall with it even though the wall will need further attention in the form of hawk, trowel and plaster at some later point.

After the slow start on the initial line of flooring (hampered by the considerable weight of the wardrobe at one end curving the last board in the last-completed row) I got all but the last row finished by the time it became too late to make further loud banging and jigsawing noises, including both irritating fiddlybits around the cupboard and a few other interesting non-flat portions of floor. Vastly easier to get the fiddlybits done with the half-decent jigsaw I acquired from one of my mum's friends husbands than it would have been with the crap thing I had before which cut curves and bevels whether it was asked to or not. I managed a small walk afterwards, short for a day's walking but enough to help recalibrate my stride to account for the different shape of the replacement trainers.