Dead Body in my Floor
So all sorts of issues about the floor. Finally, eight months after the fire, we are getting new laminate flooring where the water damaged ours. It had been a bit uneven and bubbled before, and cracked in several places--we were not bothered by the prospect of a new floor at all. :-)
Day One: They say they would come at ten. Instead they show up at 9:30 and I'm forced to dash from the shower to my bedroom in front of them in my towel. They rip up the floor down to the concrete, and re-painted the ceiling over the water stains, and left for the day, promising to be back at ten the following day. :-(
Day Two: We wake up and I get screwed through the mattress Mr Song and I have a proper lie-in. He goes to make coffee (naked, as all perfect men do), and leaves me to hum to myself and enjoy not moving for a bit while my skin returns to bearable sensitivity. There is a knock on the door. The floor guys have arrived an HOUR early, while we're BOTH naked. Mr. Song throws on some clothes from the laundry basket out in the hall, and I look at my wide open door with horror, realising that he's forgotten I'm naked and trapped under the sheet.
He ushers them into the kitchen and offers them coffee, I heave a sigh of relief and manage to get the door closed without being seen. I emerge, dressed, about ten seconds later, only to find them gone. They just came to ruin my morning afterglow to get measurements, apparently.
For the first time, I take a serious look at our bare concrete floor, and realize there is a clear visual of why our floor had been bubbled, split, and cracked: The concrete is very uneven. And by uneven, I mean that it's perfect in most of the dining room/living room, except for one ragged patch right in front of the back door, between the two rooms and the hall.
It is clearly poorly and amateurishly done, bubbled, and raised above the rest of the floor by nearly a centimeter and not even slightly smoothed out. There are dribbles of badly mixed concrete surrounding the area, and while one side is sharply cornered, the other is sort of spread out as if someone had tried to smooth the left-over concrete into the rest of the floor and failed spectacularly. No wonder the floor cracked!
On top of that, the whole thing is roughly ten feet by four. The perfect place to hide a body. So this is my current theory. No professional would have left the floor looking like that. The floor guys are grinding and smoothing it out today to make sure the new floor is done properly. So I guess we'll never know. But I'm going to morbidly enjoy the thought that someone is buried under there.
And the knowledge that they won't be lonely if they interrupt me naked again and I end up burying them under my floor. :-D
Day One: They say they would come at ten. Instead they show up at 9:30 and I'm forced to dash from the shower to my bedroom in front of them in my towel. They rip up the floor down to the concrete, and re-painted the ceiling over the water stains, and left for the day, promising to be back at ten the following day. :-(
Day Two: We wake up and I get screwed through the mattress Mr Song and I have a proper lie-in. He goes to make coffee (naked, as all perfect men do), and leaves me to hum to myself and enjoy not moving for a bit while my skin returns to bearable sensitivity. There is a knock on the door. The floor guys have arrived an HOUR early, while we're BOTH naked. Mr. Song throws on some clothes from the laundry basket out in the hall, and I look at my wide open door with horror, realising that he's forgotten I'm naked and trapped under the sheet.
He ushers them into the kitchen and offers them coffee, I heave a sigh of relief and manage to get the door closed without being seen. I emerge, dressed, about ten seconds later, only to find them gone. They just came to ruin my morning afterglow to get measurements, apparently.
For the first time, I take a serious look at our bare concrete floor, and realize there is a clear visual of why our floor had been bubbled, split, and cracked: The concrete is very uneven. And by uneven, I mean that it's perfect in most of the dining room/living room, except for one ragged patch right in front of the back door, between the two rooms and the hall.
It is clearly poorly and amateurishly done, bubbled, and raised above the rest of the floor by nearly a centimeter and not even slightly smoothed out. There are dribbles of badly mixed concrete surrounding the area, and while one side is sharply cornered, the other is sort of spread out as if someone had tried to smooth the left-over concrete into the rest of the floor and failed spectacularly. No wonder the floor cracked!
On top of that, the whole thing is roughly ten feet by four. The perfect place to hide a body. So this is my current theory. No professional would have left the floor looking like that. The floor guys are grinding and smoothing it out today to make sure the new floor is done properly. So I guess we'll never know. But I'm going to morbidly enjoy the thought that someone is buried under there.
And the knowledge that they won't be lonely if they interrupt me naked again and I end up burying them under my floor. :-D