The pace of progress with Project Nouvelle Cuisine is outstanding. These guys are definitely the Usain Bolt of builders, sprinting through each structural aspect of our design in record time – it’s enough to make me feel giddy!
Came home today to find an ominous tattered sackcloth curtain hanging across the kitchen doorway like the ethereal remains of Miss Havisham’s wedding dress from Great Expectations. What could it be hiding? Should I be nosey and take a peep? Well, it would be rude not to.
And tonight’s star prize is a bricked up garden doorway. The side door leading out onto the patio is no more. Once plastered over it’ll be just a distant memory, only discernible by the tell-tale corona of up-ended bricks visible from outside the building. From the inside you’ll never know the door was there in the first place.
Came home today to find an ominous tattered sackcloth curtain hanging across the kitchen doorway like the ethereal remains of Miss Havisham’s wedding dress from Great Expectations. What could it be hiding? Should I be nosey and take a peep? Well, it would be rude not to.
And tonight’s star prize is a bricked up garden doorway. The side door leading out onto the patio is no more. Once plastered over it’ll be just a distant memory, only discernible by the tell-tale corona of up-ended bricks visible from outside the building. From the inside you’ll never know the door was there in the first place.
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| Back door bricked up |
Even more curious is what’s taking shape where the fireplace once stood. They’ve certainly made a clean (chimney) breast of it, smashing away the mantelpiece and exposing all the old brickwork. There’s even an old rusty metal rod stretching across the fireplace that I suspect was once used to hang a cauldron over a fire. Thank goodness for fan assisted ovens! None of that hubble, bubble, toil and trouble any more to fix up a bite to eat.
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| Fireplace - before |
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| Fireplace - after |
Alas, even that would have been preferable to our bake in the box feast of suspect looking noodles from the local Home Buys store (99p a box). Two minutes in a microwave to have something I wouldn’t give a stray dog for dinner! But beggars can’t be choosers. We should be giving thanks instead as I’m sure even this E-numbered disgusting concoction would be considered a banquet by starving millions on the other side of the world.
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