I finally got in! After wrangling the door for about ten minutes (there’s not so much a knack to it as there is a puzzle). So I thought I’d give you a tour.
There was a worrying moment just after Himself arrived, when the cops rocked up behind him. What kind of neighbourhood was this? Fortunately they were just talking to an elderly neighbour.
Nationwide sent us a care package for having the mortgage with them. It was full of useful stuff like loo roll. About five minutes after this I discovered that the stopcock had been turned off. Don’t ask. It was a time of much panic.
Looks like the hallway didn’t get finished! I’m actually glad, as they were planning on putting carpet down and I want to try staining the wood. I’ll have to get more lining paper, too.
Big living room, at least by English standards.
This is going as fast as I can carry it out of the house.
“It’s a conversation piece,” said Himself, who loves nothing more than a good disagreement.
“It’s not, it’s a bloody nightmare.”
“Well, you’re talking about it, aren’t you?”
The kitchen is so much bigger than I remember from the tour. The units are solid but plasticky.
These are not plasticky. These are great.
Yes, this is just as eye-searingly purple in real life.
“It’s so twee,” said Himself. “I want to sleep underneath it then play a ukulele.”
“You can’t play a ukulele.”
“I bet it will make me.”
The bath is cast iron and is an original feature. It’s going to need a lot of cleaning.
Separate bath and toilet! I love it, it’s so practical. The toilet is also original to the house; I’ve always loved those old pull chain toilets. But that’s nothing compared to this…
DISCO BATHROOM CEILING. I don’t know what’s going on and I don’t care.