Well, the day did arrive and so did the builders, or should I say the demolishers? I had left for work before they arrived so when I got home to an open van full of debris in the drive I couldn’t wait to get in to see what they had been up to. I was not disappointed. What a day’s work.
Upstairs had, until today, the original rooms built in the 1930’s. There was no stud partition used but simply timber and plywood with rough and ready nails through to the other side occasionally. There was a large room to the front with an old dormer, a toilet (the throne itself had its own disgusting carpet platform) and a small room to the back which my Dad had as his hideaway study. There was also a wee boilerhoose that was full of stuff. Another story the boiler, all I’ll say for now is get a CO detector, nothing bad happened but our old one was leaking it and was immediately condemned.
Look at what I saw when I made it across the boardwalk and up the old stairs. I was totally stunned, it was nearly dark so it was hard to get a real impression of the new space. The boardwalk is plywood stuff that has been put down in the hall to save the carpet I am desperate to get rid of, very thoughtful. Simply a brilliant start and I am now so so excited about our new upstairs.
We did have a wee hiccup on the heating front but after a quick call the guys were back and had it sorted until tomorrow, what great service.
Lastly, here are some funny little things that are now gone forever. The nails coming through the wall to the boilerhoose.
A really old piece of graffiti with a serious message, I did not always take heed and so frequently bumped my heid.
Finally for now, bit of colourful lino, love it.