The day after we got back from the Lake District I started preparing our house for the dry rot treatment. It was something that I had been dreading as I knew that tearing apart our beautiful home was going to be so hard. I enlisted the help of my good friend Paul, who was responsible for the decorating of our house before we moved back in last year. Not only is he a brilliant decorator but he was a key figure in helping me get back on track when I was really unwell. He has a very calming persona and I have always felt comfortable with him doing work in our house. We started in the kitchen and by the end of the day we had got rid of the door/architrave between the kitchen and the utility room and started chipping the plaster/concrete off the walls and pulling the tiles off the floor.
The next day we set to work on the bathroom. This was a very difficult day as our bathroom is my pride and joy and has always been my favourite room since decorating our house. To pull the panelling off the walls and chip off the plaster was devastating, but I persevered. I tried to focus on redecorating once all of the dry rot treatment was done, which helped, but didn’t take away from the fact that right now our house looked like a bomb sight.
Since then, with the help of my Dad, I have slowly but surely taken to bits our kitchen and bathroom. After each days work I’ve looked like a chimney sweep, and there is a layer of fine dust everywhere! This makes living in our house very difficult at the moment as you can’t do anything without getting dirty! The only clean areas are our bedroom and the shower and if I’m sat on the toilet while Helens in the kitchen we can wave at each other through the hole in our bathroom floor! I don’t know whether to laugh or cry!
The dry rot surveyor came back to have a look at the end of last week. He was very pleased with the work we had done and is confident that we will have saved a lot of money by doing so much ourselves. The work will commence on the 1st December so hopefully we will have our house back to some kind of order by Christmas.
As usual, the last couple of weeks have not gone without any drama. While my Dad was helping with the work he accidentally plunged a screwdriver into the area between his thumb and forefinger! He continued to work but the wound was deep and by the next day his hand was very red and swollen. He ended up at the minor injuries unit and was sent home with a bandaged hand and a course of antibiotics!
It’s been a really tough few weeks and I’ve had to stay really strong and focused to stop myself from retreating to my bedroom and locking myself away from the negativity that lies on the other side of the door. I’m proud of myself for keeping going through what has been an extremely difficult time. It has given me the confidence to believe in myself and know that whatever challenges life throws at me, I can get through it!