Why is working overhead always such fun? I just spent a couple of days making a start on the soon come bedroom deckhead (ceiling). This included waking up early on Sunday with such a severely cricked neck that I know how it feels to be stargazy pie. It’s not the overhead bit so much as the fact that the deckhead is very low and the space has some awkward corners, which makes it seriously bastard. Couple this with the use of reclaimed material, oh but why? Also grrr, my nailer has decided to be a piece of rubbish and either bend everything double, or just jam solid. So all the pins have to be hand driven, and to cap it all some clever bugger in their wisdom put porthole liners round all the decklights which are a total sod to get the planks around, thus involving devious use of a router. Bastard bastard bastard.
Comparative triumph of weekend was the lightwell on the aft bulkhead, I had some flexible ply left over and put it to some use, although due to the springy nature of the material even this wasn’t complete without having to hurl some creative insults about. Every time I had everything all nice and snug and I reached for say, the panel pins, something would choose its moment to go ‘boiinggg’ and fling itself across the room, the bastard.
After two days of loud cursing, I’m now exactly halfway through the deckhead lining, the starboard side is done apart from finishing beads. The port side however looks like this: One sodding plank. Pathetic.
Oh well, looks like I'm in for another weekend of ‘who needs a neck anyway’.