Saturday, 19 February 2011

The Mess.

Its happened. We've lost control. The mess has overtaken us. It is no longer possible to pretend we live in a normal house.

THE KITCHEN.




"We're" knocking out the old range (apparently came from 2 houses down on the green). It's going into the Residents's sitting room.


Looks cosy and welcoming doesn't it. So the kitchen is swathed in dust sheets with a thick layer of grit and soot covering the dust sheets, work surface, dog, cats and anything else left uncovered. The floor crunches as you walk across it and as for eating anything dropped on the kitchen floor it would have less texture if you rolled it around in the cat tray first. The whole house is gritty, you can't creep around, sounds like walking on a gravel drive as you go from room to room.

AND we've got friends comimg to dinner on Tuesday night (oh yes Mark and Ann - just what is that crispy coating on your tea!!!).

THE REST.

                                     

Downstairs toilet - to be honest I've never been brave enough to venture in there since I've lived here but certainly won't be "paying a visit" in the near future. That is the last remaining relic of avocado sanitaryware in the house which is one sign of progress I guess.


This is what is fancifully known as the library. Was the gym in a previous incarnation, the running machine is still in there somewhere, dampens your enthusiasm when you have to uncover your sports equipment before use, and of course it sounds like running on a nice pebble beach. Bit of light relief provided by Moleskin who was stupid enough to be sitting on the running machine when Neil went past (he hates that cat). Of course he turned it on, tho only on slow at least, she actually went along with it for a bit till I guess she realised she was giving Neil some pleasure and the ran of (and hopefully took a shit in his tile grout or something).

We have now moved up to 2 completed rooms in the loft, very smart bathroom and bedroom, (obv need tidying so no photo's this time) but a bit like living in a film set, you open the door from semi luxury to view of chaos and grit.

And the big room / room 1 is getting there.



The bath being winched in, too frigging big to get up the stairs or anything normal. Guess who was on the end of the winch and guess who was "directing operations".


(oh well got 2 of those and don't know how to delete it)



And there it is in position. So things are slowly taking shape..............