Sound the trumpets, the demolition has begun. As I sit in Mothers garden room typing away, I can hear the sound of drills and sledge hammers drifting up from our new house. Yes, conveniently enough our new house is directly behind Mothers house, there's even a little gate at the bottom of the garden joining them. This was installed when Great Nanny lived in that house and I'm glad it hasn't been taken away, handy handy. Luckily we have wonderful neighbours who don't seem to take offence at being woken at 8am on a weekend.
This is now what the back of our house looks like.
Lovely stuff. Concrete walls have been torn down to make way for lovely new bricks. The giant shed on the left of the picture will be gone soon, as who on Earth wants that view through their french doors?
You may also notice quite a bit of rubbish in the garden. Seriously, that's nothing! When we first saw the house I almost cried. I remember it as my Great Nanny's house and hadn't been inside for years, when I saw it again I was shocked at the condition of the place. Cigarette butts all over the carpets, half the wallpaper hanging down, a very strong smell of nicotine and dogs, doors hanging from their hinges. How anyone can live like it beats me, but happily now it's ours, back in the family again, and I am determined to make it a wonderful home again.
Decking area. Obviously needs quite a tidy, however the actual decking is still in pretty good condition and will be staying.
This will eventually become my vegetable patch. Underneath all of the dead trees and brambles is the perfect sunny spot for a bit of growing.
So I'm off now to make a cup of tea for the man who is in a six foot hole moving our sewage pipe (a friend of the Husband who regrets asking if we needed any help). But before I go I'm going to leave you with a picture of my first ever knitting project.
A little pink blanket for the upcoming Babby. Don't laugh when I tell you this has taken me three evenings so far, it may be ready by her third birthday.
Love Cherry x