We're only on Day 3 out of what will probably be at least 200, and already it feels like the new normal. I don't think I'm exceptional in this regard, I think this just illustrates how adaptable people in general are. I know I will soon get fed up with clutter and the lack of space, but one day at a time.
Anyway, yesterday saw the total demolition of the porch, all that remains is the concrete footing, and strangely a substantial pile of rubble on the drive next to the skip. It's not clear why rubble isn't going in the skip, and is therefore starting to restrict parking space on the drive. Perhaps the plan is to fill in the holes that will soon be dug with the hardcore, but there's definitely a volume issue here - it can't all go back in!
Also the downstairs loo has been removed, so now if you're in the South wing (the location of our mini-kitchen) and need the facilities the options are either to walk outside the house, step inside via the conservatory or back of the lounge and go upstairs. Or to use the bright blue Portaloo on the front drive. I've not really been at home and awake long enough for this be an issue for me, but I suspect it won't be long before Keir is regularly aiming a stream all over the front the lawn.
Ominously, or perhaps in positive development news, a jackhammer appeared in the kitchen. I can't see that it's been used yet, but I can foresee a noisy few days ahead as they break up the kitchen slab for excavation and underpinning. A few acroprops and hoardings have turned up too, littering the front lawn, so the next phase is sort of becoming clear.
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