Because I’m a bit behind with documenting the progress of our house, nowadays we’ve got yet another building update to see how the kitchen/diner – more commonly known at the minute as the dust heap at the back of the residence – is coming along.
A handful of days in the past, I shared with you the truth that the bottom of the lounge wall had gradually commenced to come down. Well, I go away for a single weekend and come home to it completely gone!
The downstairs of our residence is now entirely open strategy. It will not stay like that permanently as I consider it is wonderful to separate the kitchen from the lounge to stay away from smoke/smells/noise from dominating an entire floor of your house. But for now, it’s a large gaping hole. Joe took a handful of photos of the destruction on his cellphone so apologies for some of them being appalling quality. Not fairly positive why he commenced by smashing the window…
Seems to be distinct proper? These boxes are most of the kitchen units awaiting their time to shine. At present they are in limbo – the lounge.
I felt a bit anxious about this stage and I’m not sure why. I extremely very carefully tiptoe by means of the room, and am hesitant to touch any of the walls as if the upstairs is going to come crashing down on me. WHAT IF THIS Property Truly WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME?, my fully overdramatic and illogical brain screams. I read through residence blogs every single single day, and I don’t really feel like several of them prepare you for the reality of renovating and decorating. It is not all HD cameras, cautious positioning of fancy throws and pastel colors. It is fast moving, seriously messy function, and it’s scary!
I have noticed my uncle, the builder on the venture, clamber over scaffolding like it is a trampoline and hopping on bricks in which I tiptoe like a drunk ballerina. Deep down I know everything is strong and structurally brilliant. But nevertheless, I’m nervous. It is been this kind of a prolonged time coming this stage, and an absolute overwhelming portion of our existence considering that turning into home owners, that with every single bit of progress, I constantly have in the back of my thoughts that idea of “what if?”
Right after all, we had the flood in the downstairs not all that prolonged ago. I know total well that it wasn’t a huge deal in the grand scheme of things. We had to substitute a number of bits of underlay, and rip out some skirting and flooring. But, hey, these are all replaceable. Nothing at all sentimental acquired broken, and no-one acquired harm (Must see the positives!) And nevertheless I’m nonetheless apprehensive.
Seriously, is the house going to fall down? When I came house this weekend (soon after an wonderful girly trip in Berlin thanks for asking) it felt like that reveal on Blind Date, the place a wall was whipped away to reveal an exciting new venture (or a lorra lorra bricks in our case, as Cilla would say – for you Americans studying, if you didn’t have Blind Date, you missed it. It was a cracking display).
Thankfully, absolutely nothing had fallen down. Arrrgh where is some wood when you want to touch wood!
The wall is down. The open space we can now see in all of its glory. And it’s ace to talk about the room with no needing to commence each and every sentence with “now picture that wall isn’t there”.
I really don’;t want to ramble, and I know that I do! So yet another submit will be coming tomorrow. But below are some ultimate appears at the missing wall, and the area it opens up for us to work with. It’s all go at the Clough home proper now!