Pouring the Flooring

Finally the floor is being poured. Some progress had been made on the top floor -- the worst of the ridges had disappeared -- but still the airing holes need cutting. Someone had also made a start on painting the window frames upstairs, and the house was swarming with the boys who are supposedly on strike, killing time while they waited to move on to the other site. Chang Poon was left in charge, working with Knotty, which is fine by me:

Say what you like about Knotty, with his woodbines and his bloomers and his bandanna, but when he works he works. As for Chang Poon, Roger Scruton, enemy of all things new, says nobody understands concrete; I reckon CP understands it as much as it can be understood by anyone. They'll be at the house till 1 o'clock in the morning, the hour when the concrete is 'polished,' meaning they throw the magic powder or indensifier over it (it has to be thrown, as though in disgust) and smooth it. I offered to buy them some beer, but Knotty said they'd have the money thanks.

Kitti is making steady headway. A nice man really, once he gets used to you he doesn't whine so much, except occasionally to annoy you, and unlike Nek's people he starts at the top of a task and works his way quietly and inexorably to the bottom. Here he is stringing up the halogen downstairs: