Day 130: Yeah, nah

Well I know I was pumped for today (even if Sid wasn’t): the final concrete pour that would give us the slab for the family room and complete the various remaining stairs and paths that provide access around the house and into the garden. And the concrete, well it would be (pumped that is) first thing this fine Tuesday morning.

Day130JamesPumped

James, pumped. One more time with feeling James

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Sid, freaked

The usual mad rush ensued to get all the boxing and steel reinforcing in place. I made myself useful by tying up all the remaining offcuts of D16 steel (the heavy grade stuff) into a mat for the last bit of path at the bottom corner of the house. So much steel did I use in such a small space I can imagine this little corner remaining long after the next earthquake has knocked the rest of the house into a cocked hat.

Day130StairsReady

Little garden stairs and path, ready for concreting

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Bigger, lower garden stairs, likewise ready (I love the way they do the boxing for these)

The usual suspects – concrete pumpers and placers (a real rogues gallery) – assembled on site around 7am. Their hawking and cussing joined the dawn chorus when they discovered that the concrete truck was going to be delayed, limping southwards in fits and starts. I tried to imagine a truck dragging along one gammy wheel, though in truth it turned out to be an overheating problem.

The boys seemed to be overheating a bit too, but then, it was a lovely spring morning and they would insist on wearing dark hoodies. When the truck finally arrived –

Day130Truck

And you certainly couldn’t miss it

– Tam poked his nose into the gurning barrel. Not good enough. The delay had meant that the concrete was starting to go off. “Be ok with a bit of water?” suggested the driver. Yeah, nah: Tam was having none of it. He sent the truck away and told them to send a fresh batch (remind me never to offer him day old cakes). To do otherwise, he explained, was to risk compromising the strength of the slab, something we certainly didn’t want in a family room where all sorts of rumpus is likely to occur.

Eventually some satisfactory concrete did arrive and everyone relaxed into their tasks (although when this sort of thing is going on I always seem to scurry; I have so much to learn).

Day130Hoody

Hoody-wearing concrete placer (shot from above to get the best of the hoody)

Day130PlacingStairs

All hands to the pump, the remote control, and the vibrating thing that helps the concrete settle

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Screeding off the garden path

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Stan contemplating what sort of wild rumpus the family room floor will be capable of enduring

It has been said that we favour a lot of concrete, and it’s true, we love a good firm path more than most. In this case it feels justified. We get so much damn weather up here that it seems necessary if we’re to get out into the garden at all. And besides (as Tanea keeps reassuring her self out loud) once we get some planting around it it’ll soften the edges a bit.

With the concrete workers busily concreting, Sef and Stan were free to get back onto the real job in hand: laying the ply floor on the top level, the last task before the frames can start to go up. Now this is exciting.

Day130Flooring

First few sheets

By the day’s end, we had about half the floor down. Tam put up a handrail to prevent people tumbling to their deaths (a good idea given that we’re surrounded by a good deal of concrete) just in time for the family to arrive and marvel.

Day130ViewingPlatform

Maybe we should just retain it as a viewing platform?

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Proud parents

Only Sid seemed inoculated against our infectious enthusiasm. He registered a silent protest by leaving a trail of footprints right up the middle of the garden path and a trail of concrete over the carpet.

Day130SidFootprints

You can just make out the paw print dimples in the concrete. Extra Rugasol has been applied to try to dissolve them away

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