Firstly, before we get properly started, a quick update on a story hinted at on yesterday’s Mundane Monday post regarding The Renovator’s Christmas bus trip: he arrived home in a relatively sober state having had what he pronounced a pleasant evening in which he partook of a wide variety of enjoyable food and a bevvy or two. In other words, not a hugely newsworthy story.
Never mind that, though, as the other prospective blog fodder did pan out. The Farmer’s bedroom has advanced to stage two as this morning the Pop mobile appeared in the Homestead driveway with Uncle Trevor riding shotgun.
The Farmer’s bedroom makeover was always going to be a big operation as it involved removing a fireplace, creating a new room entrance and changing part of the original room into a walk in store cupboard; ie: stuff none of us here on the Homestead could even begin to contemplate undertaking It’s true that, as various projects around the Homestead have been tackled in the six or so years of our residence, our collective DIY skills have advanced astoundingly, but some jobs still fall squarely onto the shoulders of the Pop/U.T. dynamic duo. At the end of the day, we’d be utterly foolish to argue with the double- lifetime building experience of these two gents.
So, this morning after we’d hurriedly removed most of the household detritus (including the half finished goat trampoline, three pairs of shoes not allowed in the house under normal circumstances, a box miscellaneous hardware and two oversized soft toys) that magically appears in rooms not in daily use, this is what the room looked like:
Three cups of Darjeeling apiece delivered at the appropriate times (10, 12 and 3 o’clock, need you ask), a handful of tall stories and a fair amount of good humoured leg-pulling later things are beginning to take shape:
Word is they’ll be back on the Homestead again on Thursday to “kick the job along”. We’ll keep you posted.