Oh dear. I can’t add up. Actually that’s not totally right, I can – if I am given the right things to add. The builder should’ve started knocking down walls yesterday. Should’ve. Didn’t though. What he did do was pop ‘round to clarify the order of works & exactly what he was going to do & thank goodness he did. Appears he missed off (therefore so did I) a substantial amount (think ~£3K) which was the cost to take a fairly contentious wall down. Contentious in that we had been dithering & changing our minds & wondering if we were doing the right thing & worrying about practicalities (it was holding the house up basically & as such required a steel to be popped in) & within a calculators ping our decision had been made. That wall rocks! We “heart” that wall. How could we live without that wall? That wall is the very best wall in the house. So it stays. So now we are losing only one wall & gaining 2. It needs to be said here that the reason I am subjecting myself & the KC to these horrors is that our house appears to have been built for a Brian Rix farce – every room downstairs has 2 or 3 doorways or openings into it! So we are “consolidating” and turning 3 undefined spaces into 2 very clearly defined rooms. And it will look fab. Honest (she says watching dust sheets go down, teas being drunk & hammers & chisels coming out) Oh and I haven’t seen the KC for dust … ah yes, dust ….!
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