Nek has essentially subcontracted the whole job to Chang Poon, under whose supervision the house is nice and quiet but for the sounds of industry. He made progress on the famous iron-framed french windows with the help of a welding youth from Nek's stable (they don't sag, it's just the camera's fisheye):
Kitti electrified the courtyard (and m'readers with it, I trust):
And the concrete floor is coming along on the sunny side. This is more or less how it ought to look. It has to dry properly and will then be given a coat of penetrating sealer (ha), ordered from the shop at the end of the street:
The kitchen counter's nearly tiled, but nothing more had been done on the top floor, and Knotty had started painting the back door so badly that I'm having to ask for him to be kept away from any job where the permissible margin of error is less than three inches, which is all of them.
PS: Kitti referred to Knotty as khon tod suea, 'he who takes his shirt off' which I thought was very funny.
PPS: Apparently it wasn't Knotty but the bow-legged woman, who is perhaps rightly being relegated to menial tasks after all.
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