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.
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| 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) |
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| A little path that leads to the front door. |
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| The front yard, which is soon to be a building site. |
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| Mr 3 Pickles removing the Camellia and clearing the yard for the excavators, due in the morning. |
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| 7am we woke to the sounds of machinery. Sounded strangely good to my ears after so much planning SOMETHING was about to happen!! |
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| First contact!!! |
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| The 3 Pickles + Machinery = Fascinated. |
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| Later that day |
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| First concrete being poured into tree root barriers. |
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| Day 2: the concreters do their thing |
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| Still fascinated |
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| The next two days were spent watching concrete being poured and smoothed. We want to have a polished concrete finish (covered in a glaze)on the downstairs floors, so Mr 3 Pickles built a sand barrier around the setting concrete and then "flooded" the surface. This slows the curing process, stopping the concrete from cracking (something to do with the salt in the sand mix). When polished later, it should be very smooth. |
Is it just me, or do you find these things take waaaaay too long? Can anticipation actually kill you?
