Category: Plastering

When I first purchased my house, I knew that it was going to require some work. It was an old house, and many of the rooms were outdated. My friends asked me why I was purchasing such an old house, but I knew that with the right repairs and renovations, it would be a beautiful home.

One of the biggest issues that I needed to address was the popcorn ceilings that were present in nearly every room of the house. I decided to hire a company that specialised in suspended ceilings. Melbourne had a few of these around, however, I eventually selected a company online and called their offices. From the moment that I spoke to their representative on the phone, I knew that I had made the right choice. They were professional and knowledgeable about their craft – and this was only the receptionist. I was excited to see the work that the team itself would do.

The team arrived on time on the day of the job, and they wasted no time getting to work. They were careful to protect my furniture and floors from any debris, and they worked quickly and efficiently to remove the popcorn texture from my ceilings. Once the old texture was removed, the team installed beautiful new suspended ceilings that completely transformed the look of my home. The ceilings were smooth and flawless, and they added a modern touch to the overall aesthetic of the house. Throughout the entire process, the commercial plastering and drywall experts were knowledgeable and professional. They took the time to answer any questions that I had, and I could tell that they took pride in their work and that they were committed to delivering high-quality results. Overall, my experience with this company was nothing short of excellent. They provided exceptional service, and they exceeded my expectations in every way. I would not hesitate to recommend them to anyone in need of suspended ceilings or any other type of plastering work.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

While I waited for my foot to heal, I formulated an escape plan. I had to ensure I was in the best physical state possible, as in order to escape from a spy-filled compound, I would need my full strength and abilities. That was a little bit hard to do after nearly four months underground with nothing to do but walk, sleep and eat, but I resolved to put particular effort into my foot’s recovery and to returning to my physical strength. I didn’t want to make it suspicious, however. I was already making casual inquiries into the suspended ceiling system of my hospital room, and I wanted neither the foot specialist or the security I knew were watching my cameras to raise the alarm. I instead asked the podiatrist for new and varied exercises to do, citing my insane boredom. This way, if I randomly started doing push-ups or sprinting through the long, empty hallways of the underground hospital, it wouldn’t arouse any concern. After all, I was simply trying to improve my foot, right? I made every effort to appear as I had in the first few months of my stay: curious, just as a spy should be, but never overtly interested in the goings on beyond my four walls. I had learned to read body language as a spy, and I could see the podiatrist wasn’t concerned about my behaviour. The security behind the cameras was a different story. I couldn’t see them, I didn’t know who they were, and I didn’t know what they knew. Knowing the organisation I worked for, the security were probably watching the cameras, replaying bits to each other and picking apart by every eye movement. Every time my eyes flicked up to that commercial plastering job on the ceiling of the room, I envisaged half a dozen junior spies analysing my eye movements, using AI to track my facial expressions, and laughing about how obvious I was. I was sure I was being discreet, but after nearly four months only seeing the same three people on rotation, I was also sure my skills of deception were probably getting rusty.