What a difference a day makes...

Yesterday...

Today...


Looking less like a building site and more like a kitchen.  It will be finished by Friday.

Sunday

My hand is tingling.  I've just got back from Rick's afternoon walk; it didn't go well.  I was going to turn right up Middlefield Lane but saw Mrs Mascot pottering around outside her cottage.  I had the remnants of a migraine and really didn't feel like chatting so I carried straight on along Bishop Norton Road.  I thought maybe there wouldn't be too many tractors about on a Sunday.  Wrong!  Tractor after tractor thundered by pulling trailer loads of shallot onions.  Rick went berserk each time we encountered one, spinning me around and behaving very badly.  On the final occasion I put my arm out to balance myself and plunged my hand into a patch of stinging nettles.  The only consolation was a couple of shallots that had bounced off one of the trailers.

Back home Paul is painting the kitchen, hoping to get some of the walls finished before the joiner arrives tomorrow to fit the units.  He has spread old sheets across the new floor to protect it from paint.  These old dust sheets have followed us around from house to house.  I see the first duvet cover I bought for my first ever flat, the pink flowery sheet we bought for our first home together, Sarah's childhood duvet cover with the Lucozade stain, it makes me feel quite nostalgic!

I picked some beans and cucumbers from the garden earlier.  They have gone bonkers.  The wind has knocked loads of apples and plums off the tree, many of them not even ripe.  I shall have to make apple pie when I finally get my new kitchen.

Build Day 6

Day six and the new floor is down.  The grout is still wet so we can't walk on it until tomorrow.  The joiner is scheduled to be with us on Monday to install the new kitchen units.  It all seems to be progressing incredibly quickly.

tumbled limestone

The stormy weather has kept us indoors and even Rick doesn't like being outside in these extraordinary windy conditions.  We have a row of poplar trees at the side of the garden and they cause the wind to sound like an express train coming through.  It's unsettling, I hope it stops soon.

Build Day Three

Building work is ahead of schedule.  Yesterday was noisy and dusty with plastering and first fix electrics.  Building Control visited and approved the supporting steel. We think the plastering will be finished tomorrow but then we have to wait, possibly until next week, for the tiler to come and lay the new floor.  The room is still very much a building site but the space looks great.

We are feeding the builders gallons of tea and coffee and our stock of biscuits is rapidly shrinking.  Earlier this morning we walked up to the top of the village with Rick to the shop to buy more and watched as a few Romany caravans and gypsies went by.

Manic Monday

half the wall gone

There is a faint haze of dust about the place.  I am hiding with Rick in the garden room, trying to escape the banging, crashing and noise of electric tools.  Rick barks every time a workman walks past the window.
Four builders arrived early this morning in their yellow waistcoats and hard hats to start work on the kitchen.  Then the skip lorry arrived, followed by the lorry delivering the steel, and a third lorry to offload a jack.  Add into the mix the two guys who turned up to cut our hedge.  It was pandemonium.

The builders set to work straightaway demolishing the existing kitchen and digging up the floor tiles.  Young Jack looks about twelve years old but he’s probably eighteen.  He looks very slight compared to the big guys and seemed to struggle a bit lifting his end of the heavy steel.

jacking the steel up to ceiling level

inserting the steel

It’s definitely a manic Monday here.  But I don’t care, I’m finally getting my new kitchen!

Wine is evil

much chomped bay tree

"Did you just say wine is evil?"
"No, vine weevil! I think my bay tree is being eaten by a vine weevil. Mr Google suggests that we examine the plant after dark because that's when they come out to eat."

So, last night, Paul and I crept out in the darkness and shone our torches on the bay tree. (Rick came out too and immediately started barking at the bats that were swooping around the garden.)  Straightaway we spotted a vine weevil in the light beam munching away on a bay leaf.  He was quickly dispatched and we checked the plant for other pests but he seemed to be a solitary diner.   We shall go out again tonight and make further checks.  Even if we don't find any more weevils it's a bit of a giggle creeping around the garden after dark.  I know, we should get out more!

vine weevil

Vine weevils are a real pest for pot grown shrubs.  We probably need to repot the bay tree and check the soil for grubs too.

a prettier and more welcome visitor to the garden

Preparation

This morning I made a big batch of pork tagine in my slow cooker.  I shall freeze individual portions and add them to the other ‘ready meals’ that I have been hoarding so that we have plenty of easy meals that can be put in the microwave during the kitchen build.

colour samples on the dining room wall

the wall behind the chairs will be demolished

The builders are due to arrive on Monday so we shall be spending the next three days emptying cupboards and setting up a temporary kitchen in the garden room.  Rick is looking bewildered, he thinks we’re on the move again.

the wall on the right of the kitchen will be removed making the room spacious and light