I don’t think of myself as having vertigo… but I definitely am not good with ladders. If you want to challenge your fear of heights try knocking down a ceiling from in the loft.

There I was, on all fours, spreadeagled between the beams, pummeling on the plasterboard, when suddenly just about a whole 8′ x 4′ piece fell into the room.

So then I was spreadeagled between the beams with nothing but 2.5m of air between me and the bathroom floor.  Although nothing had changed in terms of how I was staying up and not, e.g. breaking my back, the illusion of safety had been removed. And my little shrew brain demanded a full audit on any movement that I attempted to make.

In the end I had to refit some of the loft boarding just so that I could move about enough to knock out the rest of the ceiling.

Another terribly satisfying session. (1) bathroom with ceiling, (2) bathroom full of bits of ceiling (3) bathroom clean and trailer full of bathroom ceiling. Hoo-hah!

Soon it will be time to do girly things like choosing tiles.