Tagged: Building works

The kitchen: The Reveal


Before: The original kitchen, in a separate room.


Open to the back.


The front sitting room.


The works (basically knocking down the dividing wall and fitting a two storey eight frame)


The result.

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Laters, Kate x

They’re Here!


The kitchen lights in all their milk churn glory have arrived! Including their beautiful wording…


On the flip side are painted typical canal art scenes of castles and mountains.


I’m suspecting they’ll be hung in a row like this..so the cook on the far side has the last laugh..

My cup, it floweth over…

Laters, Kate x

Building Update x


We’re still fairly chaotic in the back sitting room with now 4 sofas, three tables, a piano, footstool, fridge, freezer and 10 chairs (including one just visible on top of the two sofas..) which lists like a modern day carol.


My kitchen is still a cunning arrangement of two bookcases salvaged from the cellar on a console table.  The ‘oven’ (on the table to the left of the chairs) is a one ring hob..that only works with a le creuset pan.  How middle class? The sink is in the shed..the washing up is the bathroom upstairs. Oh joy.


But no pain, no gain and the huge steels are in and walls are down.


All two storey of them..from the cellar to the ground floor..to the ceiling above.

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The middle has changed from this..


To this, with the pocket sliding doors elegantly in place.


The floor has been levelled, electrics changed, gas, water all re-routed.


And secret storage added.


Extra jobs like a leak in the roof have been fixed, plasterboard is going up..it is happening..and I am LOVING the space..

Laters, Kate x

Circle of Life x


Do you believe in serendipity? The digging out of our basement has been put on hold as we’ve taken the expensive decision to expand the works slightly.  It was going to be L-shaped with this bit of the ‘L’ being the boiler room, but now the front wall’s been taken down to make way for the steels, it’s easy to see it would be possible to square the room off and gain an extra 2 metres in depth.  Except this means more money..and going through Party Wall again as we’ve moved the goal posts.  No pain, no gain. But..


Guess what the builders found?


A bag of Smallholder And Home Gardener newspapers, dated from WW2..which although interesting, wouldn’t be gold to the average person on the Clapham omnibus..


Except Mrs Smallholder, who wrote for the paper was a relative! Well, I say relative..Auntie Ethel (Mrs Samllholder)  was the wife of Uncle George, who was the brother of one of the two midwives that adopted my Grandmother, Beryl Archer when she was born, and became her father-figure.  The story of my Grandmother’s adoption has always been a family mystery.  After her death, I found an article she’d written for a magazine about Norfolk, it read: ‘Beryl Maccafrey Archer was the fourth child of a hospital matron and an administrator.  As a baby she was ‘adopted’ by two middle-aged nurses during the First World War, though to this day she has no idea why ‘I can only assume it was for safe-keeping during the east coast bombardment,’ she says now.  Later she came to know her two older sisters and a brother, who all continued to live at home with their parents in Devon whilst she continued living with her ‘Aunts’ in Great Yarmouth.  Effectively Mopsie (her family nickname) was brought up independently by 4 loving, caring adults who never had children of their own and adored her – she always said she had a far better life with them then her siblings ever did at ‘home’.   I still have all the evocative, timeless stories Mopsie wrote about her childhood, written with love, clarity and humour about a time now long gone…before my children came along I started putting them together to turn them into a book..maybe it’s a project I’ll have to return to..serendipity…

Laters, Kate x


Oh! How this made me chuckle.  I think The Husband was laughing with me…but I’m not entirely sure they were tears of mirth: The Employment by Opusbou, as seen at Dismaland.


We’ve come back to our very own grotland..the builders have moved in…

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There’s nothing left but to embrace the chaos…Mwha-ha-ha…

Laters, Kate x



It’s rapidly heading towards crunch time for our proposed building works – the builder is coming to quote on Tuesday which means all the big structural decisions have been made.  Now thoughts can turn to the decorating..but rather than hoarding pictures of perfect rooms, I’m finding myself drawn to  the opulence and layering of faraway cultures…

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(All photos from Pinterest)

Whatever happens…it’s going to be a journey.

Laters, Kate x