I think this is about the point at which we stop living in a house, and start living in a building site. They started downstairs today; we spent the weekend packing up and moving everything from the lounge that we could, and as much as we could from the hall/kitchen area.
View From The Fireplace
This was what greeted us this-evening when we returned – a couple of pit props holding up the lounge roof and a gaping hole where there was a wall (and radiator) this-morning.
Through The Looking Hole
And inside what was once a separate room, there’s more pit props, a few bits of now redundant central heating pipe and a socket that clearly won’t meet building regs, given that it’s just hanging around on the wires from the floors.
Thankfully I moved the telephone socket over the weekend so that didn’t get trashed, and it means we also have the internet – so we still feel part of society, even if we’re living in a sty.
We’re starting to wonder when our last meal cooked in the current kitchen is going to be – the only warm room to eat in now is the bedroom, and the cooker is about the only useful heating system we have downstairs.
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