I had a panic attack the other day when I counted the weekends left until we plan to move into the house. I got from thumb to pinky on my left hand, but I still had a spare finger or two on my right. Yikes! I'm sure our builders are more frantic about this than we are, but Kylie and I are painting the whole house, have lots of landscaping to do and will have plenty of finishing touches to add, so I had flashbacks to nights on The Block NZ, painting walls at 4.38am, in a mad rush to get finished on time.
With that wee reality check, Kylie and I got stuck into our to-do list and put a second coat of oil on the cedar cladding last weekend with the scaffolding still up around the bedroom pod. The boards came out of the Rosenfeld Kidson factory with one coat of oil, but they need another one within 90 days. We chose a profile with a smooth, dressed face so the oil went on effortlessly and we finished in no time at all. We slightly tinted the oil, which looked great, adding a more polished feel to the cladding and keeping the lovely natural tones of the cedar.
Then it was back into the stream. We had more or less finished three-quarters of our works on the bubbling brook, but the back portion was still a little unloved. I ordered in another three tonnes of rock, lugged them to the rear of the section, then I and Kylie's brother Nick set them into place, rock by rock.