I’ve always been aware that bank holidays are big for DIY and getting good deals (HURRY, SALE ENDS MONDAY. GET IT NOW OR DIE A MISERABLE DEATH FROM REGRET).
But I’ve never really been a part of that because I’ve always lived with my parents in a finished house, in student accomodation or in a rented apartment. So the past few years, whenever I hear ‘bank holiday weekend’ I think, “Fab, an extra hangover day at the weekend. Huzzah!”
But not anymore. Welcome to adulthood Karen.
This weekend, my new best friend has become the local B&Q warehouse and I now know that you can never own too many bin bags.
Over Saturday, Sunday and bank holiday Monday me & Joe had lots of helpers around, who we now owe big time, and we got plenty done around the house. I imagine this is what all future bank holidays are likely to consist of. And d’ya know what? I don’t even mind *insert cheesy smile*
Here’s a few snippets of progress.
Chipboard wallpaper. It's everywhere! It HAS to go.
Kitchen tiles came off with a simply kicking...
My sister Amy stripping the lounge wall
Here she is again!
My Aunty Hel (& Uncle Ste, and Cousins Callum & Rhiannon) popped round to help. They were camera shy.
Out comes the gas fire and carpet in the main bedroom
Joe's sister Sam and mum Carol giving the box room a good gutting!
Me and my sis clearing up mounds of chipboard wallpaper in the lounge.
Chipboard for the tip, from ONE wall!
My Aunty Maggie giving a helping hand with the steamer.
Amy relaxing after a long hard day.
More of the same next weekend I hope!