Nearly kitchen time!

Our trusty Bosch workbench has served as a reliable kitchenette while we have been between kitchens. Upon it we have made tea and spread toast and chopped veg for the soupmaker and - mainly - dished up indulgent and well-deserved takeaway meals. Camping indoors remains our motto.

Our boxed-up kitchen arrived while we were preparing the room for fitting.

A bright spring sun shone in through the window, and a cool breeze eased the painting fumes. Dirty old walls soon became fresh and new. Outside, neighbours passed and dogs barked, and armies of daffodils danced in their flowerbeds. T'was a lovely way to pass an afternoon.

Once the painting was done, I left Mike to carve up and remove the lino underlay. After a minute, I heard him switch off the multi-tool.

"Finished!" he shouted with a suspicious tinge of self-satisfaction. I walked out into the kitchen and found him straddling a carved-out message: "Spurs r shit"

Muggy little Arsenal fan 😍  COYS COYS COYS!

Anyhow. Kitchen primed and painted, we left two capable lads to fit the thing while we escaped to our seaside holiday resort (a.k.a. Mike's parents' house). Here we rest in peace while our house rumbles and rattles, and when we get back, we'll have a whole kitchen! With a tap and a hob and everything! #redefiningluxury

Let's see what this will look like come Friday... Meanwhile, I curl up with my driving theory books and crack on with this whole becoming-an-adult business.

From Funk-hole to Bedroom: A Renovation Story

When we first arrived at the sorrily neglected Topsy Turvy, this was the state of the kids' bedroom which was to become ours:

It was the saddest little nursery we had ever beheld. Those black stains mark where their son's bed had been. Ick. We set up camp and got to work.

We used barrier pillows to separate us from the sticky walls.

Mike set about scrubbing the walls with game-changing sugarsoap.

Energy levels are initially soaring...

...followed by quiet contentment and a sore shoulder.

Then the sickly carpet came up and was stashed under the stairs until we could get a skip. 

Underneath the wallpaper, we found Pumba lurking with a cheeky grin. 

After doing the usual spackle-and-sand routine, we could finally begin painting. We relished the relief of the moment.

May as well do it in style.

It soon became apparent why Pumba had been covered up by wallpaper. Using the best trade paint we could find, still Pumba wasn't ready to take his leave. Three coats on, he was still peering out through the emulsion:

After six coats we were fairly satisfied, but if you squint, you can still sense the presence of the grinning warthog, watching over us in our slumber.

Once the murky ceiling had become white, and the icky yellow-lilac walls were covered in Valspar's Sleeping Inn, it was time to pick a floor. Decisions, we have found, are the hardest part of renovating, and we put off this difficult step for as long as we could ignore it hanging over us.

We then attempted to lay the floor ourselves, because B&Q tutorials make it look so god-darned easy. We did our best, but mistakes were made and we eventually ran out of floorboards.



We left it in a half-baked state for a few weeks, until professional laminate guy Jason came to do the rest of the house, and kindly offered to fix our mess for free 😏



Aaand.... it's done! Whoopee!! It looks amazing. Long gone are the greasy walls, creepy beehives, lilac sheen and diseased carpet. At night, I lay awake admiring the smooth covings and soft-grey walls. Through the skylight we can see the glinting stars and the waxing moon, or listen to a light rain pitter-pattering against the slanting glass. It's true what they say, that renovating truly makes it your own. We have changed every single inch of this room, and it is a joy to curl up in for a snooze. Now we just need a bed.

Oh, we do love our Topsy Turvy house. And it feels like it is finally starting to love us back.

Stairway efforts

So I've been sanding and painting stair railings for three days straight. Note my middle finger plaster, where the skin has hardened from resting the brush on there for too many hours of too many days in a row 😅 

These stairs have been through a lot. We've removed the fusty dark green carpet with its stubborn dog hairs and questionable stains, scrubbed the greasy walls and in some places peeled off the grubby magnolia coat (see Mike in action below), sanded and painted railings, skirting boards and dado rails, painted the ceilings and walls (occasionally whilst swaying on a precariously perched ladder)... Yep, it's as they say - it's always more work than you think, and then some!

Aah, peeling paint... Surprisingly satisfying.

Now the stairs are very nearly finished. A couple more days of white satinwood, and voilà - the difference is astonishing. It's going to look so fresh and pretty, and for the final stretch we're in good company with the Ramble boys, Kermode & Mayo, the Radiolab team, Ira Glass, and the History Extra nerd herd. Podcasts are crucial for maintaining sanity.

Fresh and white and lavlee!

Kitchen transformation underway

The ragged old kitchen is finally gone. This morning it looked like this:

And now it looks like this:

Lucky the bathroom sink is big enough to do dishes and fetch drinking water. Well, at least we have an excuse to eat out.

Next, an electrician is coming in to replace all the sockets and switches. Then our builder will come to plaster the walls and ceiling. Then we have five days to prime, paint, and install ceiling lights. THEN WE WILL GET OUR NEW KITCHEN. Aahahhahahahha. Finally. 

Country living in a city

It is such a wonder to live in a buzzing city, and yet have so much nature nearby. Last weekend we went and rented ourselves a little starter plot in the allotments down the road. It's right at the back, overlooking fields and the railway. I LOVE RAILWAYS. And fields. And allotments. Everyone there was so friendly and welcoming, dressed in wellies and grandfather caps like good old clichés. Our first job will be to build a compost bin, which hopefully we'll have time to do in a few weeks - just gotta finish a whole lotta bits at the house first.

Our new plot

Mike and Rosemary, the allotments' leading lady

We have also befriended a Wincheap terrier called Betsy. We take her on walks through the orchards nearby, where neat rows of apple trees climb up and down the hills under gentle afternoon sun. Betsy runs ahead, sniffing the bushes and nibbling at fallen fruit. My walking boots sink into the soft, muddy ground, and moody clouds scud across the wide open sky.

Sometimes, when I need a break from dizzying paint odours or swirling sanding dust, I nip outside to take a walk through Canterbury City Cemetery. Just a few minutes away, this vast cemetery stretches out into different sections and hidden glades, and old graves sit silently in the shade of old, lofty trees. It's green and quiet and peaceful, and such a joy to have for a neighbour. 

So it doesn't matter if the house is messy and everything is topsy turvy. Because outside, everything is sweet.

And, because we have to have some pigeon action... 

The speckled beauts of 8 St Dunstan's Terrace

Till next time.

Majsa x