what’s the point?

Paul (my selfless, dedicated husband) has put over a year of work into the house (see: before pictures). He took the walls back to the brick, hammered in electric lines, fixed the roof and most importantly, showed up. Every weekend while I was in America, he built our house.

I got here towards the end, there’s a bit more decorating and still no kitchen but it’s a matter of weeks and it’s easy to picture the end result. It’s an interesting living situation but we’re very lucky and I know, in time, we’ll (me) wax nostalgic about these early days in our marriage and I want to have something to look back on. And maybe one day, our future child will complain about something in the house, we can say, well we had to cope with no oven and spent three weeks – three weeks! – peeling paint on a fireplace. So there.


welcome home

Here we are, a month and a bit into living in London and we’re starting a blog.

The house: Our house, a lovely little Edwardian home in South London. Paul bought the place a little over a year ago and has been working nights and weekends to get it livable.

A little about the place… It’s a two bedroom home, two floors with a potential loft space down the line. We’re living in the guest room and we have a completed bathroom but the finishing accessories aren’t quite there yet. As you can see, it could do with a coat of paint!