
Our new house sign - 6 Brookvale
The kitchen taking shapeHaving been looking forward to the kitchen being fitted we were somewhat disappointed to hear that the machine that drills holes in the widgets had gone haywire. This meant that the expected start on Monday (last) would not happen. Instead, the fitter - Ray - arrived on Wednesday, to be followed shortly by the cupboard carcases, and then the appliances. Ray is meticulous, a fact no doubt the result of 30 years fitting kitchens. By Friday we had most of the basic work done as can be seen from the photo above. Work should be completed by the end of next week at the latest. The standard of work is excellent, and Ray a pleasure to have working at the house.
You may recall that I was less than happy with the screeders. Well, after nearly 3 months, I received a bill, despite the fact that I've had no contact with the company since they inspected the work and acknowledged that remedial action was necessary. The promised resolution didn't arrive and in the end I made good myself. Imagine my disappointment to find an allowance of just a few pounds deducted from the bill for that remedial work. I sense a long drawn out dispute! Incidentally, I fixed our new post box up last weekend, and within 10 minutes the postie popped the unwanted screeding bill into it. Not the type of communication I wanted for our first letter.
We also got a letter from the post office to confirm our address as : 6 Brookvale, Upper Stondon, Henlow, Bedfordshire SG16 6LL. This prompted us to buy a suitably inscribed slate sign (via the Internet of course) as can be seen in the first photo above, and which I fitted on Friday evening.
Monday last week brought a letter from Central Bedfordshire Planning Department - Building Regulations Section - demanding "access to the development". The subsequent paragraph gave a dire warning of failure to allow this visit, the possibility of prosecution, etc., etc. Building Wee House has made me rather paranoid, so we reviewed all the options - the letter had arrived just a few days after the stairs had been fitted. Was it this? Had the Rat seen the stairs and called the Council. Had one of our neighbours got a beef? What had we done - would we be for the high jump? There was only one answer - call the Building Inspector, Keith Brown. This I did on Wednesday morning. A very jovial Keith Brown told me that their system had triggered an alert because they hadn't been to the site for 3 months and they didn't want us doing things that were wrong and thus costly to put right. Fine says I, when would you like to visit. That would be down to me to choose a day and then call him before 10.00 and he would call sometime that day. As one can't argue with this less than customer service orientated attitude, I opted for Friday, called the number with our details and then waited for the inspector to call. Keith, a bear of a man, wandered round the house saying all looked fine, checked the stairs and the mezzanine and declared them fine, gave me some tips on how to put the Velux windows in the roof, and then said "need to check the front door". Oh dear - a black mark here then. Despite the porch floor being just 2" below the doorstep, the threshold has to be level inside and out. This must be done Keith advised, and properly - no half baked temporary jobs. So we have to scratch our heads and come up with ramps inside and out to meet this rather pointless requirement. I say pointless because a good friend of ours Jon Ward (more of whom later) is a senior rehabilitation engineer specialising in wheelchairs. He believes that any wheelchair could get over our threshold as it is, with the exception of those made for very, very large people. But as these are 3 feet wide they wouldn't go through the door opening anyway. I seem to remember being here before........
In summary though, apart from the front door issue, Keith told me that he needed various certificates - electrical, sprinkler commissioning, energy performance (submitted with the original plans but has to be redone to reflect any changes - it seems we have improved on the original anyway), and an air pressure test. Now I could get very worked up about this, but suffice it to say that I have to employ a very expensive service to check the house for air leaks. This is done by building up the pressure in the house and seeing if the pressure drops quickly. If it does the source of the pressure loss has to be found and plugged. I'm told that a case of mastic is a very useful thing to have at the time. What I would like explained though is why this test is done. We've had to have trickle vents in all the windows and these do not form an air-tight seal; there is a rather large hole in the lounge called "a chimney" through which I can see the sky, and an air brick to the outside which is mandatory for a wood burning stove. Furthermore, increasing the pressure inside the house to see if air leaks is the opposite to the objective of the test which is to ensure that cold doesn't get in. Give me strength!
Jan has spent a considerable time in the garden at Brookvale, mainly to put up mesh to stop "the boys" from scratching at the bark that protects the hedge plants. Each day we would arrive at Wee House to find the bark scattered across the lawn. We would sweep it back and the following night it was on the lawn again. Its now two days since operation "stop the b*gg*ars scratching the bark or its chicken for Sunday lunch" was completed, and I can report complete success. Mind you , with the dry weather we've been having the plants will die soon anyway if it doesn't rain.
And so to today. Jon Ward had offered his help to assemble/modify our IKEA units for the utility room. Jon spent the day making cupboards fit round the less aesthetically pleasing bits of the room - boiler, pipework, electrical distribution box, etc., whilst Jan and I put together base units and wall cupboards, then took them apart and put them together correctly. Jon is coming back tomorrow to continue his excellent work, and hopes to finish this by the bank holiday weekend.
Talking of the utility room fitments, the units all came from IKEA, but because the IKEA worktops are made in Germany and one assumes shipped over via China (why else would it take 8 weeks to deliver), we opted for a worktop from Jewsons. Two days after it was ordered I was told it was in and would be delivered - see you Germans, good old fashioned BRITISH workmanship, and immediate service. Well, delivered it was, and damaged it was, so returned it was (Am I beginning to sound like Yoda?). You may remember that it was Jewsons who dumped a delivery in the middle of a flower bed. This time though they had loaded our worktop good side down in the back of a pick-up truck. As it was wrapped in the thinnest polythene I've ever seen, it was hardly surprising that it had scores on the surface.
Darren our plumber has been working well over the last two weeks. He's sorted out the problems we had with the rainwater harvesting system (pressure switch knackered for the technically-minded), and connected the supply to the sprinkler system. Andy the electrician has again proved to be a problem. After appearing briefly last Saturday and promising to return during the week, he put in another 2 hours today, once again promising to spend time towards the end of next week. I find it difficult to believe what he promises now.
Jan & Rog.....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz