Maanantai 🇫🇮 Mánudagur 🇮🇸

The DIY session officially began. The corner of the house - which had been corrected two years ago - started to show signs of soaking. After the rain, there were wet patches on the inner wall, the undeniable evidence of water trying to find its way into the house. With this in mind, I started digging this morning. I wanted to make a trench and see how things were underneath the soil. To my horror, the front side of the wall was the culprit. More precisely, the cracked concrete leaked water, hence the soaking. After shovelling for one and a half hours, I showered, jumped in the car and hurried to the craftsman store to buy a special liquid that could prevent further soaking.

I spent the afternoon digging because the trench wasn't wide enough to cover it with a waterproof layer. As the problem revealed itself, it was clear that it was much bigger than I could have handled, so I decided to wait for the masons and ask for help. They came at five p.m., completed the kitchen, and looked at the problem at the corner of the wall. Fortunately, it's not a major issue, and they can fix it easily.

I'm exhausted. The digging outside at +37°C was not a replenishing experience. I don't know how poor manual labourers can handle such heat. The change in weather is imminent. Thick clouds enter the country from the south, bringing cooler air and devastating thunderstorms. But it was high time that the heat disappeared. My body is at its wit's end, particularly after today's labour. I need to replenish my batteries. And an uninterrupted good night's sleep would be heavenly.

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