Just 168 little hours… 1 week ago, we moved into The Hovel (as it is now officially dubbed). Below are my immediate thoughts. Warning, it’s a tad sweary… What the fuckety fuck fuck have we done? This place needs so much doing to it! 98% needs repainting. Much of it needs stripping off the woodchip wallpaper and then re-painting. Or rebuilding.
The owner has done so much work so badly, taking so many shortcuts that I have no idea what else we’re going to discover. The satellite dish feeds in through the upstairs window (which won’t close properly because of this). The kitchen… urgh. The bathroom light needs a new bulb. And suite. And tiles. Upstairs, the curtain rails are just pieces of wire. Doors need paint. Front door needs cleaning.
SO MUCH WORK. And the kettle’s broken. Damp in the lounge and master bedroom. Due to the lack of a downpipe the rain is just pouring down the front wall of the house and soaking in. And the house appears to be changing shape, although it is pinned front to back there seem to be some bricks shifting over the bedroom windows. So we need a builder to look at the place ASAP.
And the kettle’s broken. What have we done?
Has to be said, it could’ve been worse – thanks to a herculean effort by my brothers, the place was completely re-carpeted prior to our moving in. And the boiler had been replaced, so we had heating and proper flooring. One week later, I’m sat in a snug lounge. The house has a downpipe, the satellite cable is properly routed through the wall downstairs. TVs are wall mounted, I’ve built 2 loft beds from first principles, cannibalising existing bed frames and some fence posts. We’ve still got a shedload of stuff in storage (almost literally a shedload!) but that starts to come out again tomorrow onto the mountain of shelves I’ve put up. Kids have started at their new schools and all is almost right with the world! What a difference a week makes.
5 responses to “What a difference a week makes!”
Lots and lots of work. And money rectifying things.
I think you people are amazing and have done wonders…you will look back at this as a great adventure and the kids have learnt you will go to the ends of the world for them and that nothing is impossible – what an inspiration ! Lots of Love from Zim ( the home of the “impossible is possible”
Thanks Catherine! I hope they are indeed taking this all in. Lots of DIY skills being demonstrated!!
Having lived in a victorian house until recently I know that feeling as you peel away the layers. Hope there isn’t anything too serious needing doing. Oh and welcome to the south 🙂
Well, aside from the damp (which should dry out now that there’s a downpipe and the chimney sweep’s sorting out the stove and the lounge fireplace), the house is basically sound. The garden’s a bombsite but that’s a job for next week (and the forseeable future!) And thank you! If you find yourself in this neck of the woods, the kettle’s always on.