It’s been a while since updating this blog. I’ve been busy you see.
I’ve moved out of the amazing home…
And after a prolonged pause which saw us staying at Grandma’s place, we’re now settled into the new pad. Somewhere further South of the river.
The main downside with the new pad is a lack of a third bedroom. And a garden. But the bedroom thing really isn’t all that great. Happily there is a loft above us, ripe for converting and so, I thought, I will do something magnificent – because, well, when life gives me lemons – I squeeze them on my tagliatelle.
However, despite dreams of something like this
Planners (and budget) are shoving me down the road to this:
Or if you prefer naked, this:
Suddenly stairs don’t conjure up a magical journey to another kingdom or floor. They spell out a sad building-regulated, planning-approved, boxy face-punch of conformity.
Boo Hoo. Any good ideas on how to make a pretty stair out of a load of old twallop?
Let me know.