Demolition has moved up a notch this week. Last week seemed mainly to be about artisanal, handcrafted demolition, carefully removing and dismantling lights and cupboards and doors and shelves. This week is much more about the power tools to remove the floor tiles in the kitchen and start to break up the concrete slab.
Then yesterday, the big tools arrived on site. Our kitchen now contains a digger, and a dump truck and a big hole in the back corner, starting to nibble under the wall between the kitchen and the toilet. Said wall will be either demolished or rejigged to turn that space into a pantry.
Obviously diggers don't get into kitchens through doors, so half of the back wall has now been removed and the stable door and window are, er, somewhere. On pieces on the drive I think. I have a suspicion that Wayne and Chris (the ground workers currently cheerily breaking everything up) salvage and presumably re-sell what they can. All power to them I say.
And the dump truck is driving past the conservatory on a set of particle board sheets, making a neat track from the rear patio to the drive.
The first skip, absolutely brim full of kitchen cupboards, ceiling and was also removed, and not yet replaced with an empty one. Instead rubble is being piled up on the drive. A lorry-full was removed on Tuesday, a grabber arm on a truck made short work of the pile at that point, but it's swiftly been replaced by the excavations.
And now, every (what was) internal door to the kitchen has been screwed shut, so when we move between South and North wings of the house, we have no choice but to do so outdoors. It's fine, but the rains came on Monday, so the mud levels have come up slightly.
And generally, everyone is in good spirits. It is exciting to get home at the end of the day and see change happening. I'm intrigued to find out when the destruction stops and the construction starts. I reckon it'll be the beginning of December before any concrete starts being poured.
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