Have picked an all-too-appropriate name for this and I'm afraid it's a saga - but I'll try to be concise! Dp and I fell for a very old house and bought it, knowing it needed major renovation. We're NOT Grand Designs types who love nothing more than knocking up an RSJ for fun, but we have persevered and in 6 years, have virtually rebuilt the house as the full horror of previous bodgings has become apparent.
The final major job was dealing with the old lath-and-plaster walls and ceilings in the living-room, stairwell and upstairs landing. We wanted to do it in materials sympathetic to the age of the house, so decided it had to be lime plaster - which is expensive and labour-intensive but allows old timbers and bricks to breathe, move etc. 3 firms came to look at the job and we chose one whose boss was clearly very knowledgeable, loved old buildings, and had been running his company for 20+ years. They do lots of work on listed properties MUCH grander than ours, so we felt they had the know-how to tackle it.
They didn't think it was possible to repair the existing plaster (which was very patched-up and grotty underneath miles of woodchip)and everything needed to be ripped off and redone from scratch. We accepted their judgement and proceeded to endure months of chaos while the house became a filthy building site (we had no choice but to live there as we both work partly from home). All the rooms lead off the landing or living-room so it was completely disruptive. EVERYTHING was covered in plaster-dust, plastic sheeting was everywhere, and we lived in one bedroom and the kitchen. Finally it was over and in exchange for an eye-watering sum of money (though admittedly in line with the other 2 quotes) we could think about trying to restore order.
At which point, 2 of the 3 panels of the newly-plastered downstairs ceiling collapsed, one a few weeks after the other - anyone standing underneath could have been killed but thank heavens both events happened when the room was empty.
To cut a long story short, we were just stunned, the builder was guarded and wouldn't admit to what had gone wrong, but they came back and re-plastered. We were worried about the remaining (un-collapsed) panel of ceiling but he was adamant this was OK and insisted that they had NEVER had a problem like this before. So we decorated, moved the furniture back and got on with life.
Now fast-forward 2 years....we are having to have the bathroom gutted and redone (for reasons actually connected to the plastering works, but won't go into that). And you've guessed it - the third panel of ceiling has now collapsed. Builder has come back and just says he doesn't understand and once again, this problem has never happened before or since. It's blindingly obvious that the plaster was mixed wrongly and we're just appalled that their (supposedly very experienced) plasterer failed to notice, but builder, while admitting something went horribly wrong, won't be drawn and certainly isn't offering any sort of redress. Our crisis meeting was all very polite but we now just don't know where to go next. They have said they'll come back and re-do it but we have no confidence in them - how do we know it'll be OK? What about all the other plaster upstairs which we are now afraid might also collapse? I can't face having it all ripped off and done again as it creates such massive chaos - don't think I can bear to live through months of that again. We trusted them to do a professional job and it's a disaster. Should we be looking at legal action/compensation? Just don't know what to do for the best. Help!