With the bit down the far end of the house set up to be a little self contained flat, our end is falling under the beady stare of management. What had been the farm milk cooling room had become the B&B's kitchen and utility area. This ended up as our utility room boiler room and where the big old Aga cooker lived. The AGA has since died the boiler been made redundant and the kitchen units for the B&B were looking every second of 20 years old. As usual the student had a plan and one damp drizzly day we set too with sledge hammers and ripped everything out. When I say Everything there should be a not quite in there in the mix somewhere.
Anyone who has ever even seen a photo of an AGA is likely to realise that AGA moving is not for the weak limbed or faint hearted. So the plan is to remove the AGA through the wall, now as a Green Goddess owner few things sound more fun. Small hole in the wall pass a chain in and round the AGA, attach rope to GG with about 20 foot of slack. Drive off briskly and out comes the AGA. No need to waste time on that sledge hammer and chisel stuff, out it comes making as big a hole as it needs. Would look brilliant on you tube.
Unfortunately this didn't pass muster with the student.
So we have to tediously make some hole in the wall and swear and heave it through.
But enough of that, that's the future, for now the room needs to be cleared.
Out came everything and then in went Taliesin with the SDS Clouds of grey filled the house. Barrows of render were taken away and dumped up the drive. Every day for the last three the ritual has been repeated.
So of course, yesterday we had a big social worker visit, to the house of grey. We started preparations early, there was a major paperwork sort out. Good Lord where did all these receipts and bills come from? Thank goodness I strimmed round our fire pit after I had put the mower through acre that is the bottom field - not a day of idleness then.....
Hettie the hoover was used to try and remove the grey patina followed by lots of washing and wiping.
This came at the end of a week which started with Bethan completing her training for Door Supervisor registration. The last day is the day they learn practical pain infliction and dad was wheeled in as crash test dummy, spent the whole day being battered and thrown around, the system they use is very simple and effective - my does it hurt too.
There was also THE driving lesson, there are too many anecdotes written by parents of teaching their offspring to drive to write an essay here. I think Bethan has excelled over her mother, never has her mothers driving terrified me to such an extent. It was some little time of bewilderment at her random signalling that I realised she was trying to use the indicators to change gear.
There are some people who should simply be told driving is not for them.