This afternoon I realised why it is that people crave living in glass houses as I opened the front door to be greeted by a shaft of light coming through the new patio doors. What a difference it’s made already, bringing the lushness of the lawn and radiant colour from the azaleas right into the heart of the kitchen. It’s like having the outside inside.
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| New patio doors looking onto the decking |
Two days and not a scrap of the old kitchen in sight! Wall tiles, units, appliances, gas and water pipes, it’s all been ripped out in the blink of an eye. At this point I have to banish all thoughts of rogue traders doing a runner and leaving the place like leftovers at a vampire banquet, the lifeblood sucked clean from the room. Tomorrow there’ll be another surprise in store and another the next day, a year’s worth of Christmas mornings all rolled into a fortnight. You never know what you’re going to walk into when you open the front door.
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| Old kitchen has disappeared |
Preparation work has started for the removal of the back door too. Architrave gone (not the modern way you know) and plaster peeled back to reveal the invisible skeletal framework holding the back door in place. Quite fascinating to see just how flimsy these things appear when stripped back to the bone.
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| Making the side window smaller |
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| Getting ready to rip the back door out |
A few things to note for my client ‘snagging’ list, being the control freak that I am it’s a form of comfort blanket having that checklist to run through with the builders at suitable points in the project. Little bit of this here and what about that bit there – you just need to hear it from the horse’s mouth that all those little nitty gritty things will be taken care of.
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| Patio doors from the outside |
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