I had also been looking at the photos on the 21/05 post from JP.
That room on his post could easily be an early shot of our salon or the tulip bedroom with ingrained builder’s/demolition rubble on the old floors, semi-stripped walls and piles of stuff in the corner.
Top left- Our cave; no pigeon poo , but smoke blackened ceiling where the boiler was not attached to the flue(!) , we have the same in the atelier, but in that case it is greasy black and burnt dirt where the old open kitchen fire was. I don’t know how we are going to clean off all that.
Ancient ingrained dirt between your floorboards and on your stone work takes some shifting too.
No, our default choice is not just to plasterboard over it , or to destructively sandblast our already historically both neglected and abused stone walls and beams.
Because both budget and choice meant we have had to do much of the restoration work Chez Nous ourselves, we have lived and worked through conditons like P & JP for a very long time. I’ll admit I was a little stung by a comment on my last post that kind of suggests that I am unaware of the realities of owning old houses and I care too much about clean.
Well, believe me guys I know ALL about the positives and negatives of taking on an old French house.
My current preoccupation with “clean” is , in many ways, a backlash against what we have had to deal with and are still dealing with in parts of the house. Arriving in France to what was ,when we last left, a clean washbasin & shower, now full of rubble that’s dropped from the exposed underside of the roof above. Having to cover everything new or clean in dust sheets because the detritus from the still ongoing work just gets everywhere.
So you clean when you arrive, you clean when you leave, you clean (losing the will to live) again and again whilst you are in residence.
If you leave people working on the house when you aren’t on site, it’s a complete lottery what you will return to; some of them will make an effort to tidy up after themselves, but none are going to get out the rubber gloves and the Cillit Bang. Most of them will look at the inevitable dust & chaos around and figure that there really is no point in clearing up after themselves anyway because it’s still a building site.
So, leave the cigarette butts and the fruit peelings in the courtyard……………….
Or maybe they think we live like this because we don’t care??
Believe me, oh commenter who thinks I would rather clean than cook, I would like to do both and have the luxury of choice.
I know it’s not all about dreaming of high style, decorative finishes and sourcing textiles.
For G**d’s sake let me at least have these perfectly justifiable aspirations amid the brute reality of our ongoing project.
OK, rant over……………..