Almost 3 weeks into the 2nd phase of our renovations and Tim’s climbing the walls. You’d expect a man who lived in a brown and patterned batchelor house (and I don’t mean some trendy bachelor pad) to be able to endure anything. But not true! I find it more of an adventure.
One of my former bosses once taught me: it’s got to get worse before it gets better. And it is certainly true in this house. I guess every building project has its hiccups, and we have certainly had our fair share.
In no particular order:
The electrics in the building are shocking!
The (very expensive) stone shower tray was damaged
Holes in the wall were stuffed with paper (!!!) then plastered over
The gas hob had no isolation switch
The entire chimney breast is filled to the brim with soot (we’re trying to cut into it)
There are gaps in the wall and we can see into the neighbours’ downstairs.
The skirting boards are missing where we removed cupboards.
Luckily we have a room fairly unaffected by the chaos: the lounge. It is our haven and our refuge for the time being. As we have no kitchen, our dresser has become our tea station and kitchenette – only problem is that it is in the middle of our hallway.
We do have a microwave perched on a hall cupboard at the other side of the hallway too. We use it to warm up the mountains of frozen food in our garage. Before the work started, Tim and I cooked for an entire day to prepare for our kitchenless days. Now every night is a lucky dip – we can’t remember what we stored in what packaging!
We are certainly looking forward to having a finished house – one we can be proud of!