So it's goodbye to ...

Well all nearly done, so most of the people who have been working with us have left. Which is really quite sad in a way as they've been with us pretty much since November last year.

So it's a really big thankyou to ...



Mick the Plasterer

Andy the Plumber



And Kit (put in roof windows, built wall's, dug holes etc).

All been marvellous and really good fun (mind you we did pay them) but all missed and hope we stay in touch.

So what are we doing now the building works are nearly done? You may ask. Sadly spending more money and cuddling Dennis seems to be the answer. Well buying things from the internet with the dog beside me on the sofa but you know how things are. Neil is always wheeling a wheel barrow of gravel round the garden come rain or shine, squeaking like a good un, wish he'd oil the sodding thing, keeping the dog awake. And I've been writing stuff for the website (lowmillguesthouse.co.uk) which wouldn't keep anyone awake.

We've had photo's done and are having more done when the curtains are up and seem to spend a lot of time cleaning. But the place looks amazing (we think), so now getting onto advertising and practising being nice to people and not swearing so much. Just have to work out how to get the dog of the sofa before any guests come. Guess we could just light the fire as he's decided he's scared of them but maybe bit extreme.



So that's the residents lounge, (you see, fire but no dog - it works). Not bad. The wooden thing at the back is one of the sets of grindstones.

This is room 1 or "The workshop" - where Dr Cole (prev resident) made his doll's houses, all those coggs and things go round when the wheel's on.

This is the "Kiln Room", the lounge bit beyond the white door (since removed - thanks fire officer) used to be used for drying grain heated by the kiln below. This room used to be our bedroom when we first moved in.

So I've got my alcohol licence now, so Low Mill is a licensed premises and I could have one of those black and white boards above the front door saying that I'm licensed to sell etc except I don't know where to get one. And we've probably spent enough money already.



And this is what happens when a boxer dog gets into a bowl of Eton mess. Have spent the last few weeks experimenting on friends and family alike by cooking meals that will be on the menu for them. Have perfected the art of home made ravioli but my chips are still a bit soggy, double fry, triple fry who knows. All I know is that I frigging stink at the end of it.

You see it does look nice now, bit different from

That's what it looked like when we arrived last year.





And this is what happens when a lurcher decides two laps are better than one.