Plans

I was about to write a post called demolition but then I thought it would be nice to show you the amazing plans my Step-dad drew up for us. Things have changed slightly but you know what to expect!

Getting the professionals in

We're constantly dreaming of winning just enough money on the lottery so we can do some extension work on the House of Love - and maybe fix all the bits still held together with tin foil. We have no control of the lottery, but we can start turning those dreams into drawings. Luckily our architect is also my step-dad so there's no lottery win necessary to get the house surveyed and planned up. 

Yay, thank you John Pass!

Going up!

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.

Hannah gets asked to get off the ladder by an armed police man

Before we went on holiday to Sevilla (which is what we call it: It was great, thanks for asking!) we had a family oriented weekend, and not even just with our own! Along with John and Jude Pass-Guthrie-Broadhurst, the Francis-Hubbard-Mileses popped round with Mr and Judy Francis before their walk on Hampstead Heath! Full house!

As we finished our tea (courtesy of Brown Betty), we began to be surrounded by the fuzz, with guns. So, suspecting they had been grassed up, the Francis-Hubbard-Miles gang beat a hasty retreat.

We hid out in the garden, where Hannah and I cracked the whip and got J&J PGB back to the hard graft, in preparation for cracking rocks in Sing Sing.

With his super strength John Pass breaks 2 prongs off our fork!

Then clears all the ivy and stuff off our neighbours shed/garage: It was growing through from ours and ripping it to shreds - we don't want no legal action! When Hannah was up there, a policeman in the side-road waved her down because of the impending shoot-out!

After a stand off with the police down our road, Rob and Laura Guthrie-Durrant arrived and we set Rob to work too. Laura is absolved from work duties because she's in the club (like 50Cent).

Bend at the knees Jude!

Oh, they're clearing our garden of weeds and overgrown-ness, by-the-way.

The view from space.

"More tea?"

"Yes and make it snappy!"

Our second fork gets broken!

As night falls, we pack up for the evening and, under cover of dark, avoiding police helicopters and searchlights, we sneak off down Ye Olde Rose & Crown for beer and that.