we’ve had the house twenty years. ever since we first saw the kitchen we knew what we wanted to do with it, we just never had the funds.
we got married, we had a kid, fatty got knocked off his scooter, The Enemy was made redundant 18 months into a new job etc etc…. so when redundancy came calling for me after 28 years there was no argument about what would be done.
new windows and doors were the first order of the day. the one we had were in need of replacement. the couple that lived here before us, the husband worked at a window firm and it looked like he had used their seconds to fill the holes in his walls. some didn’t open, some didn’t shut, none matched. so that was first. and very nice they turned out too.
and so to the biggy. our kitchen. and what to do to utilise the size.has to be said, it has been the main gathering point in all our years here. so out came the chimney, out came all the units, up came the floor, new plaster, new kitchen, new paint, new EVERYTHING. i’ll let the photos do the talking.
midway through the new plaster going up, the new kitchen was delivered. so the front room and the hall were utilised. we were now living upstairs!
but it was taking shape.
the cooker had been delivered and fitted
dishwasher, washing machine, counter tops and cupboards in place. WHERE’S THE SINK?” “going in tomorrow, use the taps upstairs”
then the floor went down. and the decorator came in.
and it was done. finally. apart from finishing touches like some art work, the clock, new sockets.
or was it? “we need a new stairs and landing carpet. the one thats down was laid the day we fetched The Teen home from hospital. and if we are doing that we may as well paper the landing. and get some lino down in the bathroom. and tile the bathroom. and paint it. and paint the parlour. and use the leftover landing paper to finish the parlour. and so it was.
but…. after all that, it’s all done. except our bedroom. and i am told THAT is happening at easter. oh dear.