Thirty days of blogging.
Stories, memories and a very small poem that crept into my head in the night.
Dominated somewhat by the saga of the Krappy Kitchen and the process of acquiring the food preparation and dining area of our dreams.
Over the past day and a half we have watched the last vestiges of the Krappy Kitchen disappear. I let out a small cheer as the lump hammers hit breeze blocks that have dominated the middle of the room for the past fifteen years.
The electrician was the last of our visitors to leave today, having drilled out the holes for my brushed chrome spotlights (I had a choice between white, shiny or brushed chrome). My mind scurried back into virgin kitchen mode when asked to make that choice. Then I asserted myself and after opting for brushed, was strangely proud to be told that I had made the right choice.
Hub and I wandered around after our visitors had left today. Our kitchen is an echoing shell now, with dangling wires and the huge double RSJs lurking in the ceiling.
We have found out a few things about our house.
It’s a miracle that Gap Boy hasn’t fallen through the floor when stropping in his bedroom because the existing RSJ only went across half the ceiling – the bit where he sleeps, not the bit where he regularly shouts, guffaws and giggles on his computer.
It’s another miracle that we haven’t all been killed in our beds due to the shoddy wiring put in by the first owner – who was (surprisingly enough) a qualified electrician. Perhaps he trained st the same establishment where the subsequent owner did her artexing course. There will be no more skin scraping artex in our kitchen either .
The builders have sorted out the dodgy building bits and an inspector is coming to check it all out tomorrow. Another stranger at the door.
The nice electrician is going to have a look at the rest of the wiring when he’s finished in the kitchen. He very gently told me that progress will slow down a bit now because the plasterer is coming in and it will take a couple of days for the walls and ceiling to dry out.
I smile that silly smile and remind him that after waiting fifteen years to be able to afford this kitchen a couple more days won’t worry me.
Talking of compromises, the work top won’t be quite as sexy as planned. With the wisdom of Solomon I had to make the choice between waiting another three weeks for the Star Galaxy worktop or cancelling the order and getting the slightly more down-market black granite with just silvery bits in it which can be delivered when the builders need it because it has been sourced locally.
It is still a sexy worktop and with any luck, my kitchen will be done much quicker (and a bit cheaper too!)
Washing up in the downstairs bathroom is a bit challenging but having the temporary kitchen on the dining room table is easier on the legs.
After rebelling about the use of plastic cutlery and paper plates, we bought GB a set of his own cutlery and unearthed some plates.
I was in a bit of a quandary about the old gas cooker yesterday.
It had to sit outside all night until the big lorry came to collect the rubbish. I really should have given it a bit of clean before the builders came but it is being junked anyway and we ran out of time.
Trouble is, it sat in the garden in full view of the manic mothers on their school run (they slowed down to have a look – not quite to 20 miles an hour but not bad). Now they all know what a dirty cooker I had.
GB has been quite sweet today but that goes hand in hand with his lecturing and hectoring about every single subject under the sun.
My idea of snoozing gently with Scoob whilst Martin and Lucy wax lyrical about three-bed semis in Clapham has been shattered due to the fact that GB cannot sleep upstairs whilst all that banging is going on. So he talks and talks and talks.
Mind you, he told me about the hose incident last night.
Apparently one of our elderly neighbours was watering his garden yesterday evening when someone drove up the road at speeds in excess of 60 miles an hour (I doubt it) , so my neighbour remonstrated with him. The neighbour remonstrated back and my neighbour hosed him. More naughty talk and another shot of hose. I expected to hear the our neighbour had been bopped but apparently the drive chose to zoom off instead.
Perhaps it was the sight of my neighbour’s hairy, brown and extremely pregnant-looking belly that saw him off.
I know it’s been warm over the last couple of days but that belly would certainly frighten the horses. Put it on!
Poor Scoob had just got used to the chaps who chipped of the seventies brown and white tiles yesterday when there was a change of personnel and he had to come to terms with three more of them. Luckily the poor young boy in the hoodie who got so badly wuffed at yesterday was off on another job today.
They are a smashing bunch though. I can hear their conversations through the wall and the range of topics is impressive and very informative. GB asked me if I minded all the swearing. I hadn’t actually noticed it.
The kitchen singing is even better than the banter though. The lads brought along their old, dusty, paint-spattered ghetto blaster and they sing along to Radio One. – although they may have wandered into Radio Two yesterday afternoon when I heard one of them singing falsetto to ‘Too shy, shy’.
My attitude to our builders is very positive therefore. They don’t seem to mind the awfulness of the tea I make them (being allergic to tea makes this a very hands-off process and the fumes make me retch a bit). The biscuits I sent Hub out to buy have been a great success, and the fact that I really don’t mind them using the downstairs toilet also went down well.
“I don’t mean to be cheeky but can I use your loo/have a cup of tea/ smoke in your garden/ eat these lovely biscuits?”
They are such polite boys.
I have a feeling that today’s blog won’t really be the end of the pier as planned thirty -one days ago.
Making the effort to write something every day is a discipline I learned when participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) which is held every November. http://nanowrimo.org/
It may not be easy to stop now although I’m not sure if I’ll continue to blog every day.
I have a kitchen to dress in the next week or so (that’s what they say on DIY SOS isn’t it?)