Three years and five months ago, we moved into our house. It was not pleasant: people had advised us over and over to look past the paint colours and dodgy decor when looking at houses, and as a result we were a little too open minded about the whole process. The house we bought is a 1930s semi-detached home – not one of those lovely 1930s houses with all the pretty period features though (since that would have put it out of our budget).
It has a decent garden, three bedrooms (one’s too small to hold a bed though), a bathroom, a sitting room, and a kitchen/dining room. And as of about two weeks ago, we have finished working on it. Our house is FINISHED. We have no other projects planned for it.
We realise a house is never truly finished – that things will always need repainting or fixing up in one way or another – but we’ve reached a point where we’ve done everything. I feel I can take a year off to sit and put my feet up now.
Since we moved in, we’ve been through the following: a new kitchen; new ceilings in three rooms (where there were polystyrene ceiling tiles before); the horror and mess that is called damp proofing (walls downstairs were stripped right back to the brickwork, injected with some chemicals, and then replastered a week or so later); a new airing cupboard; a burglar alarm; a new driveway; landscaping in the garden; two new kitchen floors (the first one having been fitted by someone who botched the work); a new bathroom; a new fireplace; a couple of new carpets; and of course all kinds of painting. There have been things to demolish (with all the dust and mess that entails). There were nights when we stayed up until midnight trying to get wallpaper off walls; and times when I hid upstairs while unpleasant (sub-contracted) workmen worked downstairs.
We have no DIY skills to speak of, and so every bit of work was a huge effort. Even the bits where you get someone skilled to come in and do it for you – paying someone to do work on your house is not as straightforward as it sounds.
The best part of all this is that the house is now home: everything is how we wanted it to be (budget constraints permitting of course!).
So many things are coming into flower in our garden at the moment. I went out with my camera this afternoon to take
My mum went to Stratford on Avon the other day to see A Winter’s Tale, and came home with a gift for me: a very 

