Week seven - Dante arrives in Nunhead

We were away again this weekend, so this week's blog is not only a bit late, but was also researched in the dark, so apologies for some of the off-kilter photos.

Rob had been to see the slum late last week, and so was keen to show me the major progress with the floor.  Here's our nice new sanded floor downstairs:

And here are the newly sanded stairs:

And here's the banister.

Don't panic anyone - it will all be washed white in due course.

Now, I won't bore you here with our tales of sanitary ware woe - lets focus on the positives, which are currently (limited to) this toilet:

And the bath:

Two things to explain here.

Firstly, we haven't gone crazy and ordered a cardboard bath, in some fit of over-zealous anti-consumerism recycling.

Secondly, I'm really hoping that Iliyan hasn't lost that vital bathroom plan, and hasn't accidentally installed the bath in the sitting room, because it's currently obstructing the space for the new dining table.

In other odd news, we started to wonder whether the builders were staging a protest against our plans for pretentiously arty light fittings, because they seem to have installed their own suggestions instead:

It was at about this point that we started to feel rather warm.  Not just warm, but properly toasty.  Really, really roasting.  

Turns out the underfloor heating definitely, definitely works.

Definitely.

Here it is.

It got progressively hotter as we moved upstairs, where we discovered the heat was so intense it had melted one of the builders:

It was honestly too hot to stick around for much longer, so I'll leave you with two final things.

An update on the tea break situation - the tea room has moved, and you will be interested to learn that, flying gently and delicately in the face of outdated builder stereotypes, your average builder in 2012 prefers a cup of raspberry, strawberry, and loganberry infusion to fuel him through the day:

And, perhaps due to the overwhelming heat haze, Rob seemed to go through the rabbit hole.  Has he shrunk?  Grown?  Or is it all an optical illusion?  And where is the vinegar?!