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January 26, 2009
Pulling down the ceiling
Filthy things ceilings.
Oh, the bit you look at is fine, it’s on the other side that the dirt lies in wait. Above the lime plaster, on top of the lathes. That’s where the accumulated filth of decades is. Waiting for someone to come along with the easing tool and pull down the ceiling.
I know, I’ve been there more times than I care to remember. The thick black choking dust, the grit in your hair, the stinging in your eyes and nostrils [even with the latest health and safety attire]. Uneven underfoot as sharp broken lathes mingle with lumps of crumbly lime plaster. Staggering around, slightly dizzy through lack of oxygen and partial blindness. With arms like lead because you’re working the heavy easing tool above your head.
Then the dust settles slowly, and the sweat on your face dries, and the children in the house giggle when you appear from behind the dust sheets.
Nails McFugger, several hours after the event, just before getting in amongst the soap and scrubbing brushes
Posted by john at January 26, 2009 06:39 PM