Week six - it's (almost) all white here

For our weekly slum inspection this week, we were met by a very pleased looking builder. 

And a Very Pleased Builder is a Very Good Thing.

He is pleased, because the upstairs is now largely white, which he has learnt will Please Rob.

And he is pleased, because it is time to put shelving and rails in the storage cupboards upstairs for all my tat extensive wardrobe, which he has learnt will Please Siobhan.

And We Are Pleased.

The bedrooms upstairs really do look fabulous.  Now all I have to do is figure out how many shelves I want.  

What will actually happen, of course, is:

1. Siobhan will suggest what design she would like for the inside of the cupboards.
2. Rob will listen to this suggestion, and respond with an completely poker face.
3. Siobhan will assume this is confirmation of agreement.
4. Over the coming weeks, Rob will say nothing, but using Jedi powers, Derren Brown Mind Control, and probably the Eye of Sauron, subtly impart his opinion for interior design into Siobhan's consciousness.
5. By the end of the project, Siobhan will find herself living in an empty, white box, with Rob saying 'but we decided this together, dear'.

*sigh*

Anyway, the bathrooms are coming on.  I hope someone knows what to do with this lot:

We have some lovely heated towel rails (no shower, toilet, sink or bath, but we will have warm towels).

I'm also relieved to report that health and safety has returned to the slum, as the banister has been replaced at the top of the stairs.  Now I can stop repeating 'Don't fall down the stairs don't fall down the stairs don't fall down the stairs don't fall down the stairs don't fall down the stairs' to myself every time I visit:

At the bottom of the stairs the minimalist encroachment stops. 

The kitchen is all ready for its Ikea make over.  Check out the UFH complexity, waiting to be plumbed in.  

And spot the architect.

 Now, this might seem like a very minor thing to most of you, but we are excited about this.

Not the yellow bucket.

Or Joao's legs.

But this section of floor downstairs hasn't been level, ever.

Now it is.

See, exciting!

And look how great that step is into the bike storage area.  I think the concept of making a step is so alien, so manly, so.... well, I couldn't do it.  So I'm finding this step quite exciting.

Gosh, that yellow bucket is keen on the limelight.

Outside, we are apparently taking a stance against the early arrival of Christmas in Nunhead.

See if you can spot the wreath (the origins of which are a complete mystery to me):

And finally, we still have some lovely (obviously not lovely enough to remain in the slum, but sacrifices had to be made for the UFH) original floorboards going spare.