Poor Plasterer

When we moved into this house, we got two nasty surprises: the oven was knackered, and worse, so was the boiler. We had to pay for both. 

And now it turns out there was a botched job plastering the ceiling of the living room. This is hard to see as anything other than an accident waiting to happen. When the plasterer applied the first coat of plaster, after having glued it all, a sizeable chunk of it crumbled down right on to his forehead.

Seemingly this pattern of where is has and has not stuck to the artex underneath is rather confounding. I think maybe we now know why elsewhere the previous occupier chose just to wallpaper directly over the artex.