There's a hole in our ground, dear Liza

Today the digger is here again - it got through our tiny garage and is digging the hole for our beautiful soak pit (required for adequate drainage) which is about 1x1m and deep!  There are some large round concrete tubes to fit inside and then hopefully it will drain all our Auckland rain away. 

We heard yesterday that the builders are not busting out the back of our house until next week now, because the roofer isn't available until then - which is ok with us.  Another week of semi-normality!  Yahoo!  However the builders are busy working on the purlins and the sarking.  Neither of which I was familiar with until now (the purlins are the sticky-out-bits and the sarking is the boards laid over top of the purlins).  I've taken a picture of the current house and then the new bit and you just can't tell the difference.  Oh ok you can but just imagine if the new bit was all painted up - you'd truly never know.

Current purlins and sarking

 New purlins and sarking!

 

I mentioned in the last post that we have changed our house around in readiness for opening up the house and here are the pictures:

 

 The dorm.  See the two blue things on the ground?  They are Max's 'wa-wa's' and he has dropped them out hoping we will come back in to pick them up.  His little game is a bit tiresome and he should be asleep!  Sofia and Olivia are packing z's already but Max is partying on.  They are all sleeping brilliantly together though, so no complaints.

 The ex-dining room, soon to be hallway and storage cupboard.



Ex-girls' bedroom and new dining, kitchen and spare room.  Check out the BBQ!  We have called this "The White Room".  Where will we put the fridge?

 

The builders put on the roof bracing as per our plans a few days ago.  In my mind, roof bracing is strong and able to hold up a lot of roof so I imagined a thick metal thing.  It actually looks like this:

 

See the criss cross?  That is the roof bracing.  To me it looks like tin foil.

 







Also, I have given up on giving the builders biscuits after they didn't say thank you for my last efforts (Bill Grangers Granny Mac shortbread!  rolly shortbread with jam in the middle!).   I mean, they were a bit dry but I am a little hurt.  After all, I am a house wife and a stay at home mum and I don't get any feedback from my children, so I take every bit of praise I can. 

 

Just kidding, I don't really mind about the lack of biscuit feedback, I have so many other things to worry about..... I do.  Truly. 

 

I have, however, been comparing my days to theirs and I can't help but feel a bit ..... stationary.  Their job is so physical for ten hours a day and a lot of mine - now the kids are a bit older - is really just sitting down reading stories and making sure they share and say please and thank you.  The most physical I get is taking Max for a walk or everyone to the park, and don't forget chopping carrots for dinner.  You can see the progress in their work, but mine is definitely a WIP.  Work. In. Progress.  I will see benefits in 18 years?  Tell me I will! 

 

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