[m i a o w] the cat

Due to my genetic predisposition, I have to fight hard against the urge to throw nothing away and to not disturb things that have been in place for over, say, about thirty years or so. Which is why this morning, daring only to challenge my genetic predisposition to a minor duel, I began oh-so-carefully removing the headliner Of My Caravan.

The headliner, in case you don’t know, is the same as that material that emulates leather (or cheap vinyl) on the roof of your car. It provides an aesthetic alternative to bare metal - or in this case, bare translucent fibreglass. After some discussion yesterday, M and I decided that, after carefully preserving it this long - It Had To Go.

It was kind of skanky, stopped access to the wiring, and we had seen a few good examples over at vintagecaravans.com which demonstrated how the lining could be done with plywood. It requires the addition of some extra cupboards, but I think it will look cleaner - AND I will able to put some insulation between it and the roof.

Also M will be able to straighten out some of the lumps and bumps in the roof. So it really did have to go. I poked delicately for an hour, and then just attacked with my Stanely knife. Sorry headliner. I did a few hours of sanding as penance. And now I am buggered. To bed.