Week five - CSI Nunhead

We have been tagged.

Not this sort:

But this sort:

Look.

Now, I'm no expert, but I don't think that's Nunhead's answer to Banksy.

How rude.

If you recognise the scribble, do let our lovely Met officers know.

Anyway, still outside the slum we now find this rather distressing scene.

My now honed powers of forensic DIY crime scene investigation told me to PANIC and ask Rob what this was.

Obviously, this is the floor boards, removed in order to lay the underfloor heating, and waiting to see whether anyone in the vicinity wants to buy them from us.

Obviously.

And here, for your viewing pleasure, is the underfloor heating.

I feel somehow warmer, just knowing that the pipes are red.

Oooh, complex.

Not sure why the floorboards have red lines printed on them, but again, just knowing that they do makes me feel toasty.

The underfloor heating (now known trendily as 'the UFH' in our house) has also expanded into the scary cat mask room:

Into which the tea-room-area has also been moved.

Spot the vinegar.

Upstairs, things are progressing rapidly.  

WE HAVE DOORS!

LOOK, cupboard DOORS!

(Initial panic from Rob because they aren't white.  They will be painted white.  Phew.)

The rest of the room has now been painted...

(white) 

And just look at the transformation of this part of the room, which previously had a horrible fireplace full of ash:

Not only do we have cupboard doors, but we also have door doors:

Again, this is Rob worrying that they aren't white.

They will be.

Most of the walls upstairs already are:

So it's a bit annoying that this week the slum has been graffitied.  And not even in a groovy, trendy way (which I would totes be down with, obvs.).

To cheer us all up, here's a bonus window photo.