With the neighbours placated with Easter eggs and Pinot Grigio, we brought the roof down on Friday. Then, tooled up with kango, sledges, chisels, goggles, gloves and pure muscle, we hit the walls and floor yesterday.
Nothing like a hard day's work, sustained with a few beers and the promise of a meat feast at the end of it. I imagine anyway. I was upstairs painting doors, popping down once in a while to supply lemonade and sandwiches.
Everyone loves a before and after...
