What happened to that stack of timber

At the end of the last blog, the steels and a load of wood had just gone in through a remarkably small (temporary) aperture in the roof. All very exciting, and the next few days seemed rather dull and uneventful by comparison. Ian flew out to the US on the Saturday, leaving me with orders to keep him updated as to progress, but there didn't seem to be a lot to show him in the first few days. One fine day followed another...

Many cups of tea were consumed. There was a lot of sawing, as Andy and Mike refined some of the cuts they had made in the existing joists before the steels went in. And then there was some swearing (although I only know about this because Andy apologised when he next came down) as they repositioned the steels to perfection. (At least I think that was the cause of the language.) And after that there was more sawing, hammering, drilling, and on and on. Quite possibly, there was more swearing, but I couldn't hear it above the noise. 
About halfway through the week I took a few pictures and sent some to Ian, so that he wouldn't feel left out...

Lucky him!  Pictures to illustrate progress; no soundtrack.
An electrician came to work out what we will need in the way of lights and sockets and smoke detectors, and to check that our fuse board will be able to cope. This was not ideal, as the fuse board is in the garage, and the garage is in a mess.  

However, it turned out that he only really needed to be able to see the fuse board to verify that the additional load would be fine. By then, though, I had spent some time trying to reorganise the piles of boxes. Bother!
And what did happen to that enormous stack of timber that I (with customary hyperbole) claimed was enough for an ark? Well, it dwindled.

And by the time Ian had returned at the end of his week away, there was quite a bit to show him. But I'm saving that for the next post, because this one is quite long enough.