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bathrooms, big holes, cinema, more sand, not Gwyneth Paltrow, renovation, sand, sliding doors, tiles
More busyness at the cinema, everyone has been working hard!
What are the chances of convincing her this is still fun when she is 16?
How happy is that face? Of course, her parents have bought her the world’s largest sandbox to live in….
Sure, it’s all under the floor boards, but she’s only little, she’ll fit for a while….
Actually, a lot of sand has been removed. About 10 skip loads in all. Some poor student sod gets sent underneath the floor boards, loading sand into a bucket. When he tugs on the rope it gets hauled twenty feet back to the opening, and dumped in a wheel barrow. Then, at exercise time, the tradies go for an innocent stroll on the beach, shaking sand out of hidden pockets sewn in their trousers. The guards of Stalag Luft III don’t suspect a thing! Or….was that “The Great Escape”?
Yes, that is a hand on the boobs. Got to protect the food supply, y’know?
This is Newbie, partaking in his favorite activity at the cinema – sleeping. Note the slightly furrowed brow, which indicates that someone has probably stopped using an angle grinder or setting off fireworks, or something equally as ear piercing. Noise seems to help this wee man sleep. Of course, he has got a two year old sister, don’t think he’s ever heard the sound of silence in his life. And so he sleeps extra well at the house, where the cladding has been going up – meaning lots of aluminium getting cut.
- Worth the wait!
It’s fantastic to see such a big change happening to the outside, and we’ve gotten lots of positive comments from friends and passers-by. Not sure what the reaction is going to be when the coloured Rodeca goes on the front – I suspect people will either love it, or hate it.
Our guest and downstairs bathrooms are nearly done now –
Guest bathtub filled with water. Weighing it down? Someone wanted to test it out? Melted ice after kidney removal??
Speaking of trying it out – “Bubbles? Mama? Bubbles???”
Guest shower – just waiting for glass! And guests!
Our first new toilet! (Is it weird that I am so excited about that?)
And having waited for the tiles to arrive from the moon Europe, the family and en suite are also well underway!
Wall tiles starting to go up in our “Offsuite”
We had ordered a special feature tile for our master bathroom, and there was a little confusion when it arrived…
Fancy tile? Decks? Assault rifle? The treasure of the Sierra Madre??
But no –
Manhole!!! (cue heavenly chorus)
OK, it looks better in person….
The tiles are going up a little slowly here, because the very special machine (from Spain) that was ordered to cut these very thick special tiles (from Spain) was plugged into the power supply (not from Spain) and promptly turned into berenjenas fritas con miel o salmorejo (I googled Fried Spanish Things and that was what came up).
Flaminquín Cordobés. Churros. El Frito.
Slightly less of a challenge in that it is able to be cut with things-that-don’t-have-to-be-replaced-from-half-a-world-away is the tile for the family bathroom.
I’m sure the tiler does have a special place in tiler hell for us for choosing a three dimensional tile however.
“But its PRETTY!” appears to be one of the most annoying things you can say to a builder….
It seems that it causes lots of problems. Tiler problems.
This is a tiler problem.
He curses me to an eternity of …. well, annoying people who choose awkward tiles, since that apparently comprises tiler hell.
And, oh oh oh, I have left the biggest change till the end – today we saw the light.
No….not that one…..
That one!
Our big. Massive. HUGE! (Bonus points for getting the reference) sliding door went in the back.
There’s no i in Teamwork. Or Banjo. Just sayin.
I was wrong. “Please be careful!!!!!” is apparently more annoying.
And then….
It just slotted in there like the opening was made for it….
It is truly fantastic to be able to sit in the back garden and look out at the sea.
Taking in the sea view. Or, planning how she can climb the scaffolding and get onto the roof….
Less amazing is the view from the house into the back garden now….
The rubble, I mean. Not the man and toddler.
It appears I need to learn to garden in my spare time. So….next decade, sometime?
