Steven Perich

Well it’s that time of year again - we all make that migratory journey to Bunnings to stock up on various things - heaters, those absurd gas heaters for outdoors areas that greek people seem to love, and anything else for that matter that keeps you warm.

Last year I was determined to install some insulation in my roof but never got around to it. See my house is only 5 years old but for some reason the wog-guy-next-door-that-built-all-6-of-these-units-and-seems-very-dodgy completely skipped installing any form of goddamn insulation in the walls or ceilings of these damn places.

Isn’t that illegal? Yeah I thought so too.

Anyway, it seemed like a job to get my father in law to be (hopefully? hmm!) to help me out with so we did the Bunnings thing and came back with 5 bales of R3.5 insulation batt things to stick in the roof upstairs, since it always seems to be cold up there.

Those things seriously irritate my skin!  I was wearing a dust mask, glasses, a jumper and jeans and gloves and sweet Jesus and mother mary I was itching like a bad case of the crabs.  The bad news is that we only got about 1/2 of it done - because of the ducts that the energy-sucking central heating / evap cooling in the roof getting in the way.  So next weekend is “finish off weekend” where we get to contort our bodies into small spaces they aren’t supposed to go to get our friendly-looking but dermatitically challenging wads of fluff into every nook and cranny!

Next post, I’m going to bitch about why I dislike my neighbor.  Hope he doesnt read my blog!