Day One - today - was the easy day. A mate of ours (Dale) is a professional tiler and he came over to get us started on the right foot.
He started out by measuring out the space and deciding where the the best cuts would be. Sounds kind of easy... but after I watched Dale do it, I am so glad it wasn't left up to me. There was soooo much maths involved!
Dale worked his magic with the chalk-string-thingy and before we knew it we had a plan.
Next up Dale gave me a couple of quick lessons on mixing up the glue (it's like gluggy cake batter), cutting tiles and the fine art of smearing glue onto concrete. Turns out tiling is more involved than I realised, and a lot more fun that I anticipated too :)
We (and by we I mean Dale) started laying out the tiles along the long line of the house that runs from the front door right through to the back of the house. I am so relieved that he did that strip of tiles for us, it's dead straight and absolutely perfect.
Dale wanted to stick around until Sean's Dad arrived so that he could give him a quick run down on the tools as well. So while were waiting he managed to lay a heap more tiles. I did my part by making coffees, doing a bakery run and keeping Max from jumping on the freshly laid tiles.
By the time Sean's Dad arrived Dale had managed to lay about quarter of the tiles. Nice.
Tomorrow I'm off to work so Kym (Sean's Dad) is going to hit up the shops for the rest of our supplies and get stuck back into the tiling. Then on Thursday I'll be getting my hands dirty again and tiling up a storm!