Goodbye yellow tongue
Back around the time of the bushfires that wrought havoc and misery on the state and winds that blew me off the joists and damaged my knee, we were laying down the yellow tongue flooring. That has been the floor we've lived with since March 2010 when we moved in and it's looking very average now. Let's just say it soaks up spills like a sponge and with a baby - now toddler - in the house, that means all kind of stuff that I won't go into here.
So I'm about to embark on the final phase for our floor, which will put down the final finish over the old surface. Dean is the expert and he is coming down with Ari to make this all happen. Since I haven't had time time to rig up a complex rope and trapeze course from the rafters to Spiderman around the house with, most parts of the house will be off limits to feet while this is going on. Luckily Natasha-the-Pregnant and Dylan-the-Unstoppable-Curiosity-Machine are hundreds of KMs away by the beach.
It's a journey into the unknown for me, as Dean brings with him a very old and highly top secret method for the ancient concrete we'll be laying down. I assume I'll have to do everything blindfolded. This is going to be fun!