So I’ve been in London all day, visiting security folk, ex-colleagues, and attending DJUGL, and have just got home with some trepidation because I’m (still) having renovation work done, and today has been something of a crunch day.
About 9 months ago I decided that the stairwell wall was effectively dead space, and what it really needed to be was bookshelving[1] – taking a forthright approach to the problem I decided “hang the height of it, I have a blank wall to fill, reach is a good problem to have” so measured the size and worked out a design with my builder – built from scratch in American white oak to take the load and distribute it into the walls and stair joists. We had some problems getting decent wood, but finally it arrived on friday, and the carcass went in today while I was out.
So I got home, turned on the light, swung around, and there:
… 3m high, 1.8m wide in 3x 60cm columns, 20cm deep.
For my American friends that’s 9’9″ by 6′ by 8″
My first words? Well, yes, that’s the title of this posting. Should get finished off tomorrow.
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[1] I was thinking of something Jim Finnis once quoted at me, about how good it would be to live in a family where the term “home decorating” meant “where shall we put more bookshelves?”
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