We've got a loft. This is amazing. It means we have extra storage. In our dreams our loft would become a glamourous penthouse master bedroom with en suite and balcony. But as with many things in the House of Love, our dreams are so far away it's best to think a bit more practically. There's a lot of space in our loft but no boarding, which means if you miss your footing, you come through the ceiling. Not very healthy and not very good financially, as we don't have accidental damage insurance.
So, cue John Pass and a load of loft boards.
Look at all the junk and insulation in our loft!
Imagine what a lovely bedroom this could make if only we had a spare £40 thou or so (take note wealthy benefactors and rich long lost relatives).
Me and Mum come to inspect the work.
A well earned cup of tea
Oh yeah, Jon helped too. He looks a bit like a crazy serial driller killer in this photo.
And he found a coffee table! We just need to give it a sand down, maybe a lick of paint and some legs.
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