Week 2 - part one

Monday - ready for the dig for the front porch and sunroom foundation

Ground was soft under a rock-solid crust, so Simon had to keep digging

Karen has had a memorable day today, and has recorded it for us:

Interesting morning.  Simon turned up as usual at 7.30 and started work.  He was expecting the concrete to arrive mid afternoon and after a while he went off to another job. Around 9 am I texted my friend Lyn as we had planned a coffee and catch up this week and it looked like it was going to be a relatively quiet day.  I started the hemp insulation (nice oaty smell!) in the bathroom wall to reduce the sound in the partition wall.  

 Lyn phoned and said she’d love to come over but had to discuss the day with her partner, Martin, to see if it would work into their busy day.

Around 10 am Simon came back saying there had been a change of plan and the concrete was arriving that morning.  Within no time at all the lorry was here and it was all action stations.  I hurried around covering the plants in the front flowerbed that seemed to be in the firing line for a concrete shower. After a failed first attempt to stretch the hose to the excavated site the lorry had to turn around and approach from the other way around.  So after about half an hour of noisy manoeuvrings they were ready to pour.   

Click and zoom to admire the garlic crop drying on the edge of the bed.

I was out in the garden recording the flow pouring in when a lorry came to a halt at the end of our road.  Ah, yes, here was our new loo being delivered. As the road was fully blocked with the cement truck and the other entrance to the road too narrow for driving all the way around I suggested the loo was delivered to our neighbour’s driveway and, as Derek was watching proceedings, approval was easily given.  The delivery sheet was thrown over the hedge so I could sign the loo had been received.  As soon as they left our friendly postman John appears and throws our post over the hedge. Even he could not walk passed the lorry.  Within seconds a man appears from nowhere standing at the front door.  Ah, yes, here is the man who has driven down from the Midlands to pick up our kitchen cupboard doors as the cupboards had arrived (7.30am Saturday)  incorrectly,  with doors off and parts not assembled. I greet him and offer a hot drink.  Just as I hand him his tea and start to go through the list of returning items the phone goes – my sister, Viv, with a question for me. 

That should hold up a rocking chair!

Then back to the list and another phone call – my sister, Julia, en route to Heathrow, to share the wonderful news that my nephew (who has been on tenterhooks for the last 6 days waiting for a remark of his English A level hoping for an upgrade to an A grade)  has now got that upgrade and hence able to take up his place in September to read music at Cambridge. Fab news. Visitors at the back door – ah, yes, it’s Lyn, come (with Martin) for coffee.  Off to brew coffee and another appearance at the back door.  It’s the man from Western Power who has dropped by unannounced to check out how our electric supply and meter will be moved to allow for the exterior insulation.  Terry (kitchen cupboards) is happily chatting with Lyn and Martin and Mike (electricity) seems in no hurry to miss out on the party! This was starting to feel like a Brian Rix farce.  As this is all going on the 6 tonne dump truck and the mini digger are collected from the road – cleverly parked off site by Simon. One by one everyone peeled off leaving Simon and I clearing up the aftermath and me tucking into a 3pm lunch!

Oh, and tonight before dinner we installed the airtightness membrane after relocating the light cable so I can have a really good reading light in the bath!