This is our house. Built circa 1955. The same one we have lived in for the past 7 years. See that little pickle in the window? That's #3.
|This beautiful Camellia, sadly has to be removed to make way for the extension into the front yard. Florists used to come every year to take prunings for their shops. Once building is complete, we will plant another (in memory)|
|A little path that leads to the front door.|
|The front yard, which is soon to be a building site.|
|Mr 3 Pickles removing the Camellia and clearing the yard for the excavators, due in the morning.|
|7am we woke to the sounds of machinery. Sounded strangely good to my ears after so much planning SOMETHING was about to happen!!|
|The 3 Pickles + Machinery = Fascinated.|
|Later that day|
|First concrete being poured into tree root barriers.|
|Day 2: the concreters do their thing|
The slab has to cure for the next three weeks before the frame can go up. It has been ordered and will be pre-made in the factory before being delivered.
Is it just me, or do you find these things take waaaaay too long? Can anticipation actually kill you?