Tuesday, 13 September 2016
There are less than 24 hours between the first and third photo. We are getting used to our temporary kitchen with the slightly wobbly sink. The size of our temporary kitchen is the original size as built in 1929. Richard added some shelves made from old worktop and he just finished putting the cat door to the left under the sink. The cats have resigned themselves to a randomly vanishing and reappearing cat door.
There was of course nothing wrong with the kitchen as seen in the first photo, all bare and devoid of normal kitchen clutter. Richard built it many years ago and I particularly loved the wide windowsills which we used as storage space for example herb pots and the fruit bowl. I'll miss those windowsills, cleverly constructed by my talented bloke. I also loved the pale pink walls and I am determined to have at the very least a pink wall in the new kitchen (I have yet to break the news to the other five in the family).
We could have left the kitchen largely intact and only break through the wall on the right to open the kitchen up into the poky dining room. But our idea was to add functional value to our downstairs living area and by building a single story extension all across the rear we could create not only a large kitchen/dining/living space but also a separate study and utility room, with the added bonus of a fifth bedroom the size of a bedroom rather than the current cluttered tunnel of a room. Another aim was to flood the space with light, no mean feat when the backside of the house is North-facing and built into a steep hill. We'll have six large double roof windows and an ridiculously large glass bifold door (the thought of the cost of which gives me palpitations). The window cleaner will be delighted.
I am really looking forward to seeing things happening over the next twelve weeks or so. There will be a few weeks when we'll have no kitchen at all but I'll worry about that later. You'll hear all about it of course.
I have no further news except maybe that I got to the bottom of the ironing pile, which is largely unheard of.
Thanks for stopping by! Have a great rest of the week. xx