Week 13, day sixty

Monday, 18 April 2011

[For those who have been paying attention, no, this wasn't posted on Monday – I'm back-blogging again. Nasty deadline now fulfilled after a couple of very late nights, so now I'm in catch-up mode...]

Friends currently living in Singapore (Ian, Cindy and the boys) were here last night, so the house has been jumping. Roof panels were due to arrive this morning, but as we set off to do the very gorgeous Braeside Walk about lunchtime, still no sign of them.

After a beautiful (and even HOT – good grief!) walk along the creek to the waterfall and back, we staggered home to feed and drink lots of tea. As the SEA crew packed up for their appointment at Pretty Beach, a very big truck arrived at the block with our anxiously awaited delivery.

BIG, loooooog central beams, ready for roofa

The roof is a bit of a novelty to most (as it was to us, before Charlie educated us in the ways of panel roofing). The top is a steel, Colourbond-like finish, the attached middle is ultra-dense insulation (R5.35, for those who like the stats), and the bottom edge is the flat steel ceiling finish – so this single panel replaces roof framing, Colourbond sheeting, gyprockoing, and painting. Neato, hey?

 

When the kids and I went up for the squiz, the boys were looking a little tense and tired. Seems Kingspan forgot that they were delivering to a residential job (this stuff is usually used in industrial settings, where mini cranes and forklifts abound) so didn't provide a crane with the truck to unload the panels – the really long ones weigh around 130kg. So there was a lot of heaving and hustling going on as we went chirpily up to inspect... Meanwhile, the ever helpful truck driver informed me that we were lucky he was even there (presumably he meant standing on and supervising from his back tray) as he 'only drives'. Warwick didn't seem overly impressed.

A wee portion of the roofing panels

While we were standing around guiltily watching the fellas indulge in a spot of unexpected heavy lifting, the driver proceeded to fill me in on what a fine product we'd selected ('just delivered to Bulla ice-cream's new factory') and that we'd have the toastiest house in the Blue Mountains ('there's no warmth gonna be lost through this ceiling'). Onya Sonya.