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it was only sticking poles into joints and then spreading out the liner, the point was it was hard work in this heat, which is why i mentioned it
Never really been on Furlough, stopped work at the 1st lockdown till BoJo said the construction trade should return, but worked since, still a fair bit of work down per week as some of my commercial work are having me less often, but its not a massive issue, Sure i'd like to get back to normal, but i can wait
It gets humid down there. Houston is hot and humid as ****. West Texas not so much. I'll never forget the first time I came to the East Coast. I landed in Newark, went through customs, collected my bags, etc. and then walked outside. It was 9pm on an August night. I had never felt anything like it in my life. It was like someone dropped a warm, damp blanket on me. Today was relatively cool and dry compared to earlier in the week, but it was still 29 degrees and it's 26 now at 10:30pm.
Looking forward to leaving home now for another day of anguish lovely job ahead of me, dressing natural stone to a uniform width, Cool Hand Luke’s got nothing on me
I know how much of a waste of space I'd have been even thirty or forty years ago when I was much fitter than I am now doing the sort of work talked about in this thread, so I join in with your salute, but how about a word for people working in takeaways in this sort of weather? Back during that lovely spell we had in 2018, I went to my favourite chippy around here on a sweltering day and had to wait about ten minutes for a new lot of chips to be fried. By the time, they'd been done, I was genuinely feeling decidedly queasy because the air I was breathing in was not just warm, it was hot - it only took me a few minutes to feel so ill, yet the poor so and so's working there had to put up with that for hours on end.
I've got a Big heavy spike for breaking the earth and one of those big tweezer things to grab the loosened soil. Didn't realise it was called a shivola. Makes life easy - until you hit a brick, and there's quite a few in my garden.
I think the builders dumped a few buckets of topsoil over their rubbish when they finished the actual house.
Good plasterers and bricklayers are basically a different species. For your common or garden human, plastering is essentially impossible. Anyone can sort-of do a shit job of bricklaying, but to do it accurately and fast.... Bonkers. I've spent over £30k on plastering in the last 6 years and I'm someone who will take on most jobs in the house so an area where I might have tried to save myself a stack of money. But plastering... ****ing hell not a chance. I'm more mystified by the work of a good plasterer than I am of the work of a spinal surgeon.
Shit plasterers can **** off tho. Had one have a tantrum and walk off the job (£15k of work!) when his plaster crazed. It was 35 degrees that day so I do have some sympathy, but if you don't know how to deal with the conditions just say! I wasn't in a rush to get it done.
I've done my own plastering, and I was proud of the result.
Never tried bricklaying tho.
You always know a good plasterer when you watch him and he makes it look easy. It aint!!!
A friend of mine is a top plasterer and I recall one day he had just plastered a big long wall in a new Hardrock Cafe in Bristol. The client rep was visiting the site and said, "Oh no, that's no good. It'll have to be done again." We all stopped and looked at him in dis belief, it was perfect. The plasterer was furious and told him so.
The client said, "No, you don't understand. It's supposed to look uneven and cracked and tired, this looks far t0o good."
The plasterer had to admit he didn't know now to deliberately do it 'bad'!!