That’s before Ken really got started. After he’d finished, it looked more like this:
What is scary is how we’ll be down another metre for the trenches. So far we’ve been through two water pipes and narrowly avoided browning out Hereford. I’m not worried. Much.
I am now the same colour as “Dale Winton” Orange hue you can see on the big shed. I am trying not to think about the sad fact I have to do another coat. And paint all the inside. Oh, joy. Looks good though and soon I’ll be able a proper man again with his own shed.
The other pic is our solution to a lack of floor height when installing underfloor heating and new wooden floors. It’s cheap-ish and reasonably safe. Not that I’d want to sleep under one of them.
And to finish, a picture of the shoe-eating hound who is wondering where the garden has gone.
He is now rather large and nearly a year old. Top dog though and the least stressed of anyone in our house right now.
Right I’m off the read the building regulations so I’m perfectly well informed enough to ignore them completely.