The darned evil that is I**a (I cannot bring myself to type their name in full anymore) are still conspiring to make sure we are standing in the slum for ever more, but we will not be beaten and Rob is poised to buy a supply of swiss balls if they still won't deliver our sofas this side of 2015. White swiss balls, obvs.
(I suspect this is a further hint from him that he'd really rather I had Jessica Ennis' abs, but nonetheless).
So. The bike storage area is ready. The bike racks have arrived. The two have yet to be married together.
The LED light strips for under the kitchen cabinets have arrived, but have yet to be introduced to the kitchen units.
The beds have arrived, but are in the wrong room (hard to tell, I know, in the oasis of whiteness) and are still in pieces.
The mirrors have arrived. But unfortunately Rob turned out not to have learnt from the dining room table experience and didn't measure the space they were intended to go into. Instead, he decided to act on his alpha male instincts and 'just bought the biggest ones I**a had'.
*sigh*
The bookshelves have arrived, but they are the wrong size for books. (Don't ask).
But enough of the negatives. (there's another white joke in there somewhere, I'm sure).
We have a health-and-safety-approved banister (which will also be perfect for our Stannah StairLift in 50 years time):
The LED strip in the bathroom upstairs has been installed:
(feel free to go 'ooooooooh')
The bathroom cabinets are in:
('aaaaaaaaah, so shiny!)
The boiler has been boxed in, so the kitchen is complete:
And, and - VERY EXCITINGLY..........
Our light fitting for the library has arrived!
Behold the lovely artichoke light!
It is OBLIGATORY to ooooh and aaaaaah at this point.
So we are nearly, nearly there. I see this last push before Christmas has meant that builder's tea break time has taken on a carb-loading theme:
Almost there. Very nearly complete.
Oh, we don't yet have a front door though. Minor detail, yes?
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