I did however put a a foot askew while in the attic and ended up straddling a 6x2 ceiling joist screaming like the soprano that I used to be in Ger Lawlors Bride Street Choir. The twins eventually came down from inside me but alas the ceiling hole remained and I was still fired from the choir. I did promise to fix the hole in Janurary but to be fair Janurary is for reminiscing about Christmas and thinking happy thoughts , so February was penciled in for ceiling repairs.......nope not going to happen!! Now early in March the hole in our lovely hall started to become like a floater in your eye so much so I used to look down at the floor when going down the hall , the thinking being ....if you can't see it it's not there!! I also thought because I read the book that the shoemaker would send the boys round to fix this shit!! Didn't happen. With a sharp intake of breathe I cut the plaster slab to fit the hole , nailed it up and looked smugly at it, made a cup of Tae and gloated inside some more! Now came the hard part and where I learned a huge respect for plasterers.The stuff went down my shirt and every open hole on my face! I did however complete the task and it looks good if I do say so myself and nothing that a bit of sandpaper can't sort out!!