We had a lovely weekend, thanks - we stayed in a lovely place close to our old flat in Myddelton Square, and had a bit of a nostalgic wander round all our old haunts in Bloomsbury and Islington. We went to some galleries and even managed the cinema. Despite promising ourselves huge lie-ins neither of us managed to sleep past 8.30 though - that's what years of getting up for the kids does for you!
We came back to find all the neighbours hate us - the carpenter put in three 12 hour days over the bank holiday weekend sanding the bedroom floor. And he's still going today. It's very very noisy. As with everything in the Worst House it's been really difficult because the floorboards were about an inch thick in floor paint, very very wonky, and with lots of them too damaged to repair. The new ceiling is up, but as it had to be slightly lowered to even up the huge slope, the new cornicing now won't fit round the bay window without some major adjustments to the window architraves. It just wouldn't be the WH without complications along the way. The new room below it ( the old garage) is so geometrically perfect that it is something of a shock to realise quite how wonky our bedroom is - there isn't a straight line in the place.
Speaking of which I have fallen out of love with Bathstore somewhat. I have ordered 5 bathrooms from them since 2005 but they can find no trace of me on any of their records. This is very irritating because the streamlined wall hung loos we fitted in the WH last year have always had extremely wobbly seats. They're meant to be swanky soft close ones, not 'deposit you on the floor if you're not careful' ones. I have taken a while to sort it out because I just couldn't face it - I was still in 'never want to see a builder again' mode for quite a while. Dawid noticed them and offered to sort them out for me ( along with a few other issues left by the original builder.) And yet without the original order ( unfortunately placed by my bankrupt builder not me, but obviously delivered here) they can't sell me new attachment clips. Which means I have to buy whole new loo seats at £45 each. Not great when it's their product that's the issue. I did get quite shirty with them in the end - it's a couple of plastic clips for pete's sake!
I'm 39 and married with two children aged seven and four. I'm fatally attracted to house renovation projects, and this is our third in the last seven years, my personal fifth since I bought my first flat in 1996. I think we might have bitten off more than we can chew with the Worst House.
Our architect recently commissioned photographer Joel Knight to take some photos of the Worst House in its finished state. Have a look on his website at joelknightphotography (The Worst House is in a couple of pictures on his Architectural page under 'extensions'.)
You can also see some very scary photos of the Worst House under construction on our architect's site -architecture wk. (The Worst House is under selected projects/residential/Morley Road.)
And photographer Carl Pendle took some pictures of the Worst House in January for Real Homes Magazine - watch this space...