There are days when everything just seems to go wrong. After having a day off DIY for Chris to give his uncle a hand with turkey plucking, we were hopeful of a productive Sunday. Having had a massive stack of insulation delivered, which is now filling up most of our lounge, we began by trying to get it cut to size ready to screw into place.

Although light, the large insulating boards were awkward to work with, and all the bits underfoot from removing the wooden ceiling, made it difficult to manoeuvre. In order to fit the insulation in as close to the roof insulation as possible, we had to remove a few more boards, and then mark and cut out recesses for the ceiling hangers. Fiddling around with such tight margins was in itself frustratingly slow, but add to this the fact our walls and roof are impossibly wobbly and the boards fairly stiff, it seemed a little bit of an impossible task.

The final, and literal blow, came when I managed to drop a crowbar on my face (surprisingly little damage, but still painful). Chris didn’t escape the curse of the day, however, slipping on ice and landing on his back on our dog walk.

With all that we decided to call it a day. Four bits of insulation done out of ten, so not a complete waste, but still a less than perfect day.