I've had two pieces of good news today. First up was the word about about my Father in Law. He was in surgery today to remove 'Bertie' - his not-so-fond nickname for his cancerous tumour. Bertie is gone, and my FIL is awake, alert and doing well. Phew.
Second was the very exciting news that my peace and quiet is about to be shattered. By diggers and concrete trucks. Finally, finally, finally, work is beginning on our shed extension and veranda. Wednesday is the big day.
This photo was taken way back in November last year - a whole year ago we were preparing the site for the new shed, it's been a long time coming and will be appreciated more because of it.
And this junky cluttered space is out the front of my house. I know I live in a converted shed, but I'm tired of it looking like a converted shed. I want a nice space to come home to. And finally there is light at the end of the tunnel! There will be a five metre wide veranda roof all along this front. That sounds wide but it will have clearlite (a clear roofing perspex) in it over the window and doors to let in light and it is also a really high roof line, so I don't think it will be dark and gloomy underneath.
Then I aim to landscape the area underneath - I'm thinking a deck and/or some pavers. Then a little bit of lawn in front of that out to the tyre/plant pot line. (I've already been planning! Those are my markers.) Some herb planters along the edge. A retaining wall on the bank to the right. One day the last bay of the shed will be clad in and fitted out as a sewing room/office/spare room .
But we're doing it slowly, paying for it as we can. It's hard sometimes not to feel a bit hard done by when I look around at some beautifully finished houses and gardens. Then I think about the stress of a large mortgage and think I'd rather do it like I am (and anyway, you don't notice the mess after a while!).