House- gaping maws

Not sure how cathartic posting these pictures is actually going to be, but at least we can see progression of sorts. Here we have the gutted utility room and brutalized kitchen chimney breast. Loved One and I attempted some DIY this weekend, but were stunned into inertia by the enormity of it all. That and the enormous outlay for tiles and carpeting; in the inimitable words of Green Day 'It all keeps adding up\ I think I'm cracking up'. Soon we hope to have a sense of how it will all look in the end, but right now it's a vast builder's crack, from which no light is shining.

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House -the beginning

And so it came to pass that, in the face of interest rate hikes, last minute gazzumping attempts and all manner of tribulations, we finally manage to complete. Now however, begins the really tricky business of 'doing it up.' Builders are set to start this week, tiles have been chosen, wall colours agreed and various family members co-opted to help with DIY. I shall attempt to capture the lows and lowers of this process as it unfolds. All we have to do now is knockdownthechimneybreastinthekitchenripoutthekitchen
replacethekitchentilethekitchentiletheutilityroominstalladownstarisloo
stripandreplasterthereceptionandsandthefloorsremovetheold
bathroomandreplaceitwithanewoneinstallanensuitetile
theensuiteknockadoorwaythroughtothebedroomknock
adoorwaythroughtothestudywhichisbeingfittedoutasawalkinwardrobeand
plasterandpaintfookineverywhere and don't get me started on the garden.
This still leaves a giant loft to be renovated and a cellar to be tanked. Neither of these things will be happening in the near future, as the pot o' gold seems to have a wee hole in it. The party is penciled in for November, can we build it? Er, watch this space.

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Big Chill

'Hey, that boat's like, burning and stuff.' No you stoner eedjit, it's covered in wee mirrors and driving my camera insane. Big Chill on Saturday evening is filled with extremely monged people. Weavers, staggerers, fallers over; essentially, as one individual put it 'We're all twatted!' I shall wax lyrical on this event tomorrow, as right now I'm feeling the effects of minimal sleep in a shitty half-man tent and maximal intake of alcohol and its close compatriots. In the meantime, here is a link to more pictures.

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