So that was one surprising revelation. Here are some others from the past few days:
We took out a door frame and found the original red brick wall, layers of dark orange paint and some good old '70s (?) brown and white patterned wallpaper beneath it... I love the way you get a kind of palimpsest (a favourite word, that - any excuse to use it) when you strip back those layers. A snappy(ish) phrase came to mind, one that you don't want to try without your teeth in: "decades of decaying decor".
If I seem a bit out of sorts at the moment it may be because my kitchen looks like this
...which resembles a sort of warped Mondrian to my tired mind right now. Whaddya reckon to the light switch hanging from the ceiling, eh? (if you look closely, top centre). An art installation?
Meanwhile, back in the living room, it's all about plaster... but I'm liking those parallel lines.
And as for the back wall of the 1950s breeze block extension (also part of the kitchen), here's what it looked like earlier today. When is a door not a door?
I'm shattered. I can't wait until I no longer taste dust.