I had a very pleasant surprise when I ripped up the flooring in the hallway and living room. It was this manky engineered wood stuff – some of it can look good, I know, I have it in the bedroom, but this was crappy – and I was expecting to just find sheets of plywood underneath, like when I pulled up the carpet in the bedroom. Read more
I have a beautiful big bay window in my living room. I love it. It was one of the reasons I decided to take the flat.
It’s also disgusting. Read more
I recently took a week off to work on my flat. There is so much to be done, but I’m gradually chipping away at the list (literally, in some cases) and progress is being made, albeit at a very slow pace.
One thing I really wanted to finish last week was stripping the living room wallpaper. I’ve stripped many rooms in my time, and it’s never taken longer than a day before. This room, however: this room is my nemesis. I thought I’d somehow lost the ability to strip paper, until a builder came over, took one look at the walls and said “This must be hell to strip.” Read more
There is so much still to be done in my flat that I can’t even remember all of it, so I’m writing this post as a reminder to myself about all the things I need to do.
I’m about to take a week off to try to get some of it done (although by the time you read this it’ll already be the week after that) so hopefully this list will get a bit shorter. We’ll see. Read more
Since I moved into this flat four years ago, I have told people that the plan is to buy it, then sell it in a few years’ time and move to a little cottage in the middle of nowhere, probably in the Scottish highlands. I mainly told people this because it shut them up about my life plans, and because it’s the kind of Sensible Plan most people seem to approve of, but in reality I’m not convinced I ever actually wanted to do that.
I called my landlord a couple of weeks ago to find out whether I could buy the flat, and they said I am eligible to buy a flat from them, but not this flat, because it’s not for sale. Which is a pretty good reason. Read more
I’ve been renovating my flat since I moved in four years ago. It’s not even nearly finished. It’s exhausting and exciting and all sorts of other words I can’t currently think of because my brain’s so focused on waiting for an email from the builder who came over earlier today, made a sucking noise through his teeth and gave me such a long list of things which need to happen that I can only remember about 50% of them.