That balustrade, kindly described as Brussels neo-Greek restaurant style, is no more: or rather it is a row of stumps. I was looking to see how it was anchored to the floor, worried that it might have been bolted in, and gave it a fairly hefty shuggle. The bloody thing came off in my hand - all 100kg of it. Just managed to prevent it from hitting the floor as it toppled. Tomorrow will see me try to cut the plaster into carryable bits.
The room looks a lot better, even if it is rubble strewn. A photo will be taken tomorrow, when there is enough light to do the ruins justice.
