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| Getting there! |
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| Long slit window, check out the seemingly freestanding steel and wall! |
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| Outside kitchen window looking into long slit window |
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| From the outside looking into kitchen, one small white wall to be knocked down. |
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| Perspective from Eve's new room into Kitchen, something you won't see again as internal wall will go up in front of Ant |
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| That corner is coming down |
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| Open air back door |
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| There's a bath in my kitchen what am I gonna do! |
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| Steels up, ceiling down. |
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| So being American, I don't make tea, don't like tea and poor Ant in most of our 17 years of marriage has not really had tea made for him. But now I have to play the game. You want a good job, little extras, help with other stuff - keep the workmen happy. How? Simple really, a cup of tea! So I figured I better invest in bulk teabags and sugar because all good builders have at least one sugar. There are also the younger builders who like coffee. Not how I know coffee, do coffee, or have ever had instant coffee in the house. So yes I am the coffee snob, but a thankful one because these guys are easily pleased with powdery grains. Also another blessing is you don't have to use much milk and you can leave the teabag brewing whilst you do lots of other things and the colour becomes a dark caramel colour - hence the name "builders tea" never much milk on site and too many other things going on to stop and get a lighter colour. However, there are two types of tea drinking builders. The ones that are very grateful, the ones that even help you carry and distribute the 6-8 cups of tea, the ones that also bring the cups back to your outdoor kitchen and also say Thank You. The other type. Turn up at the site, work for ten minutes, rain starts, sit in car for 15 minutes, owner of house comes back, disguised in an Electricians uniform with a sign written white van and asks, "how's it going"? Reply, "haven't been offered a tea yet". The GALL of it, how DARE they!!! So in case I might have thrown the tea at them, I send my 11 year old to take orders and deliver tea whilst I rant and rave for a good 20 minutes. Since then I appreciate the first type much more and must say I am grateful for them. However, 9:55 arrives and my heart beats a little faster, the kettle is getting louder and I psyche myself up to ask, to make and to remember all their orders and give them to the right people. Job done but I might go out before the clock strikes One! |
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| Almost ready for the velux windows believe it or not |
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| Another wall down, looking into kitchen from outside |
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| The roofers getting ready for the tiles |
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| So now not just the door is gone but the whole wall |
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| Off loading the steels |
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| Tidy building site |
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| The door and outer wall came out |
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| Open air kitchen, we already have one of those. |
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| Insulation to keep us warm, bet the girls are wishing they had it in the tent. |
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| And I thought I was good at carrying lots of shopping |
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| The kitchen and summer house. Mummy & Daddys bedroom! |
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| The Utility room |
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| The Old house/New house/Outside house |
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| Breakfast in the Sun |
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| The girls bedroom |
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| Our semi outdoors kitchen |
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| Open air room!!! See 1 September entry for pic of the roof construction! |
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| So need to tidy our room anymore. And the roof came tumbling down. |
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| Georgiana and Francesca in the hole that Daddy and Simon dug for the rainwater harvester. Protecting the planet and burying the kids! |
