Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
At the end of the last column I was standing on a scaffolding five metres from the ground, getting a fresh coat of paint onto the roof and taking care to not break my neck.
This all went according to plan, save for one patch of roof that I couldn't reach with my $450 TradeMe scaffolding kit. I was loath, having got so far on $450, to now spend thousands on professionals just to get to the last few sheets of iron. So, I spent three months looking for alternatives.
The problem was that I needed to somehow clamber over a large section of conservatory glass that had not been made for stepping on. Architects, man! They don't always contemplate the hapless future owner trying to do some DIY.
I asked glaziers. Three different ones. They all said, “No mate, you’ll need scaffolding.” I asked plumbers - there was also some rusted spouting to be replaced, I had discovered, that sat above the 10 unwalkable panes of glass – but they said the same thing.








