… some of the damp that has infested my little room downstairs. I moved away a pile of plastic boxes from against the wall and this was the sight that greeted me.
There’s lots of plaster and cement that has dissolved itself off as well. I shudder to think what it would have been like if I hadn’t bonded the surface with white acrylic paint.
It looks pretty depressing, I suppose, but you have to remember that it could have been worse. It’s only just over two years ago that I was living in a tent – the legendary camp camp – and this has to be an improvement on that.
Today was the day that I had been waiting for for about two weeks – a day of really bright and continual sunshine. So I spent all day catching up with my washing – two machine loads worth and there’s plenty more besides. Only a shortage of washing powder prevented me from doing a couple more.
In between working the washing machine (it’s a manual, not an automatic) I was bringing things upstairs. Liz says she can’t wait to see my room all nice and organised but she would be disappointed if she were to come round today – there’s stuff everywhere. But at least I now have a kind-of wardrobe and some clothes storage up here so it’s definitely looking more like home.
Clearly there’s a damp problem there. I suspect you may be well advised to use silicone and bitumin on the outside of the wall to stop damp rising. It looks like rising damp.