It’s a year since we moved house and while it’s been slow, we’re finally seeing progress.
The bathroom is a very different experience to a year ago (thank god) no stench from the drain, kitty litter or handicapped power shower. The 1980s Japanese toilet is a distant (well, not distant enough) memory and the first day of cleaning it whilst wearing a cycling mask seems surreal.
Now we have glistening chrome taps, a wet room shower, under floor heating and a suspended toilet (certainly the nicest toilet I’ve ever lived with!) The shower cascades down a herringbone feature wall and soft lighting washes the wall. It will be quite a tranquil experience when its completely finished.
We now have new windows and a large mirror so that leaves the sink and floating shelves and the door. I’m looking forward to the door!
If you’d told me a year ago when I was setting up a folding trestle table, a mini fridge, a single hob and a slug doing laps on the old brown carpet that we’d still be kitchenless a year later, I may not have been able to cope. And yet here we still are, scratching away, now with the addition of a microwave.
It’s been a hard year, I cannot lie and not one I’d be keen to repeat. We’re not there yet as we still have builders in everyday, mess everywhere and each weekend involves a marathon cleaning session just to get to a point of barely clean, but we now have plaster on the walls and that’s always a good thing.
To the untrained eye it probably doesn’t look like progress but to us we’re seeing plaster on the walls, new French doors, plumbing finally sorted and pipes under the floor instead of hanging off the walls and lights and sockets ready to be installed.
In January we’ll be installing the floor (the old floor is rotten and collapsing by the day) and then in early February allowing for Christmas and delivery, we’ll finally be installing a kitchen. It had better be worth the wait! Mind you, by that stage we will be penniless and living on baked beans so a fancy induction job and a steam oven aren’t going to get much use!
I must say though I am excited about having a washing machine again as I pack up my bag to head to the laundrette.
Only for another couple of months I hope…
Continuing with the updates, the hall is now half plastered (much like myself) and the end is in sight for connecting the good rooms.
I’ve found the entry hall very depressing (first impressions and all that) as bare bricks and loose wires, while cool in a Soho loft, don’t really work in a Victorian mansion block.
The mess of removing the old plaster has been incredible and the dust endless so again, clean and clean and do it again. A seemingly futile exercise but necessary or it would be even worse. And so I roll up my sleeves every weekend and put in a few hours hard graft showering off thick layers of dust at the end.
There’s something quite unpleasantly nostalgic about the smell of wet and drying plaster (it tends to get into my lungs) but as the brown begins to lighten and (in the next week or two) will be ready for painting, a transformation will take place.
I shall soon fling open the front door with joy (once it stops sticking) and admire beautiful walls, elegant Farrow & Ball colours and round glass pendant lights leading the way to the kitchen.
Patience my friends, it’s been a long old journey.
There’s a big white boat sitting in our bathroom.
Almost three months to the day, we have finally had the inaugural shower and suddenly things felt much better.
With a herringbone feature wall with down lights and a rain shower, it was the best shower I’ve had in three months. No flip flops and no button to keep pushing. Bliss.
The bathroom isn’t quite finished yet as we have the bath to install, windows, vanity, sink, mirror, pendant lights, shower screen and of course, a door (minor details) but we’re getting there.
Another day, another cloud of brick dust!
It goes without saying we are not very popular with the neighbours and we’re not very clean.
Every evening I vacuum, dust and clean in order to start again the next day as the orange dust continues to settle.
This week the rest of the old Edwardian plaster has come off the hall. Hallelujah! It’s taken almost a year but we’re finally getting plastered.
From moving in day…
It’s lovely and cosy for winter!
Sadly our head builder has had to return to Poland as his mother in law has died. That’s sad news for him and (selfishly) sad news for us as the bathroom has stalled again.
Hopefully he’ll be back next week. We miss him!