Wood, Glorious Wood

Something has obviously occurred to Mr Builder in the last few days. You know how it is, you get that nagging sense that something is coming soon, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"Bugger me", he'll have declared loudly whilst in the bath. "They're moving back in next Friday!" A sort of construction-based Eureka moment I suppose.

This might explain why on Friday there were 5 people on site, finally getting started on the flooring (due to have been finished that day). The results are pretty good. The whole widthways discussion was soon kicked into touch when we saw how the flooring looks in situ. We are really, really pleased with it. So far it's made its way from the front door, through the dining room, and up to the hallway cupboard, so still a fair bit to do.

Saturday saw us braving the disaster area that was our loft to sort out the debris and junk thrown up there by the builders. A quick visit to Homebase for some more wooden shelves, and a necessary trip to the tip, saw the whole thing cleared up nice and tidy. And today we braved the human detritus of Blackthorne to shift some units at a car boot sale. Interesting experience! We're off out to dinner tonight on the proceeds.

As for other progress the stories are few and far between. We now have a mostly completed window seat in the dining room.

The dishwasher is still frustratingly sat in the dining room and the kitchen isn't much further forward. Our kitchen sink taps have finally arrived and are so posh we may have to charge people to even look at them.

The bathroom tiles have arrived (still in boxes and not yet on the walls). Mr Granite has finally been out to measure up, and word is there is stacks of capacity in what passes for his workshop, so we may yet have a worktop when we move back.

As for how much of the outstanding work really will be finished by next Friday, the jury is still out. We may not be able to move anyway since Mr Man With The Van mistyped his last email and so isn't available to move us after all. Clearly, owning a brain is not a pre-requisite for owning a van. Never mind, doesn't the rear window look lovely....(sigh)