Saturday, May 27, 2006
Floor Plan
No more house photos! Here's the floorplan. You tell us what to do with that terribly laid out kitchen. Woodhouse, despite wanting £28000 to renovate it, has no idea. We just need to fit the dining room table in it, no other requirements. That's a fireplace hearth jutting out from the wall. We will undertake reasonable building works.
Red at Last
You'll have to bring your own paintbrush. Bob and Mary Kate flew in from Cairo to paint the town (and our front reception room) red.
Our home improvements have slacked off since Bob left.
Our home improvements have slacked off since Bob left.
Presidential Suite
If you come to stay with us, this is the fantastic presidential suite, with its own bathroom (albeit an old style no-water pressure English tub, and you'll share it with the cats).
But the price is pretty steep.
But the price is pretty steep.
Unorthodox Work Triangle
For a while we had the fridge in the living room because the delivery guys couldn't get it through the hallway to the kitchen. You can tell that our housekeeping suffered through the move.
They eventually brought enough guys to hoist it over the bannister in the hall that was blocking their way.
They eventually brought enough guys to hoist it over the bannister in the hall that was blocking their way.
Window Treatments
The students took their curtains. This, being England, means it will take months to get proper shutters. Us, being us, means it will take months to order the curtains. In the meantime, we have this classy solution. The neighbors love us.
Cellar Monster
The old coal cellar. The doors being used as floors originally separated the front and back reception rooms (which are now open to one another). I'm pretty sure Bob Villa is weeping, right now.
Period Feature
One of the reasons we bought this house, despite its decepit cosmetic (and possibly structural) condition was the wealth of period features, such as this genuine 2003 model Playstation 2.
Entrance Hall
One of the things we did when we were not blogging was buying a house. If you want to go short on the London real estate market, now is the time.
[Sarcastic Name for our House TBD] is in Fulham, a mere 400 yards from the old homestead, but on a decidedly dodgier street. It has four beds, two baths, a coal cellar. It had the misfortune of being under hostile occupation by students for at least the past 5 years. Terrifying pictures to follow.
[Sarcastic Name for our House TBD] is in Fulham, a mere 400 yards from the old homestead, but on a decidedly dodgier street. It has four beds, two baths, a coal cellar. It had the misfortune of being under hostile occupation by students for at least the past 5 years. Terrifying pictures to follow.
















