Snowed under

I’ve been seriously snowed under over the past few weeks, I haven’t replied to emails, I haven’t written my blog, I haven’t managed to get my bike repaired so it sounds like an old bone shaker but I have just about managed to stay afloat.

We’ve been working on the flat every weekend  so weekends have been covered in wallpaper stripping, dust, cleaning, ripping out wardrobes and finding more fireplaces. Monday to Friday my workload has been fast and furious. Deadlines seem to be daily and it’s all been hard graft. It feels like the run up to Christmas but without the Christmas holiday as the reward at the end.

We are making progress on the flat but it’s been slow (and doing a quick tot up of the numbers, expensive!) Every seems to cost thousands, from doors to coving, to fireplaces and don’t even start to think about kitchens and bathrooms!

For the next three weeks Big T is in France and I’m trying to move things along on the home front.

Let’s see if I can make some progress before Big T gets back!

Hard Graft

It had been a hard week.

Very busy at work with deadlines and presentations, a flat full of dirt from electricians and plasterers, nowhere to hide as we had relocated to the living room. And Big T feeling very ill.

It seemed there was a weekend of cleaning in order to get a semblance of normality back as we’d slipped into a state of dirt and despair.

Saturday started with me stripping wallpaper in the small bedroom we’ve been using for the past three months.

By lunchtime, the wallpaper was stripped and the laminate flooring had been ripped out. Big T put the bed back (with a case of DIY Tourette’s) while I started cleaning.

Hours later all rooms were reassembled and had been cleaned. We were shattered but things felt much better.

We collapsed on the sofa with an extremely well-earned g&t and admire the new light on our future bedroom.

The Sistine Chapel

We now have a beautifully painted ceiling with newly installed coving and an Edwardian ceiling rose. It’s almost as good as the Sistine Chapel, at least we think so!

The new plaster is drying and feels like glass. The walls are ready for painting.


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Obviously the door still needs to be hung, the new radiator installed and final fit electrics but this room is getting close to being finished.

Only six more to go!


Ah, the smell of wet plaster takes me back to a time four years ago when we were plastering during our last refurbishment. We finally felt we’d turned the corner.

This time we’re doing this differently and it’s a room by room refurb as we plan on moving rooms as we go. This is our future bedroom but it may become our living room for a few weeks while we get going on that room.

After four years I’d forgotten how much I dislike the smell of wet plaster but it has to be done and with coving to install later this week and final fit electrics including my newly assembled pendant light, we’re inching forward at least in this room.


It’s always good to remember where we’ve come from…


Some assembly required

In a moment of excitement, I had ordered a new light from West Elm, a furniture company I like and after a couple of misdeliveries including a set of curtains I hadn’t ordered, it arrived. Flat packed. I hadn’t read the small print… assembly required.

Each rod had to be screwed into the central ball and each formation attached to the rod. It was a bit of an IQ test but I got there eventually and am excited to get it installed one of these days.

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One piece of good news is that we were sent another one by mistake.

It’s a moral dilemma of course but how much easier would it be to assemble a second one?!

What to do…

A Spring-like Sunday

Sunday was a glorious taste of Spring with blue skies, sunshine and a chance to go out without a jacket.

While tempting to stay at home and peel a little more wallpaper off the ceiling, we decided it was essential to go for a walk and enjoy the day.

We now live quite close to St. John’s Wood and have discovered a fabulous Jewish deli called Panzers. Delicious and authentic New York bagels, smoked salmon and for Big T, a salt beef sandwich.

From there we did the washing (fun!) and then set off along the canal to Regent’s Park where Agnes was allowed to run off lead and behaved well for any breed but for a Welsh Terrier, she was impeccable.

We were all happy and very tired after our six mile walk.


Light on the horizon

It’s that time of year again, by 6pm there’s light on the horizon and after five months of dark cycling, there’s a sense of relief that the end is in sight.

Another month and I’ll be celebrating as the clocks will be going forward and there’ll be seven glorious months of light. It might not be sunny or warm but at least there’ll be light.

I’ll be throwing off the layers of HeatTech tights, top, gloves, scarf, wooly hat, socks, high vis reflective jacket, helmet and everything needed to get through a winter of cycling. It’s all about having the right clothes and I spend my time changing, cycling gear into work clothes and back again.

At least I hope I’ll be warm enough to take something off, there’s no guarantee!