So, after much deliberation, I’ve renewed the hosting on this site again. I shall blow the dust from my Canon D7 that hasn’t been used in over three years, familiarise myself once again with WordPress software, and start posting all the fabulously interesting posts that all my friends have become so accustomed to over my years of blogging. 😉
Well, it’s really looking like a building site today. It lashed out of the heavens this morning and there’s mud everywhere. I’m glad I’m not on a building team. I wouldn’t have gotten out of the truck this morning in that weather.
Despite the rain though the site is quite neat and tidy looking.
John arrived home this evening and had a quick look and commented on the hardcore being down, before he headed off out the door again. Apparently the hardcore being down is good news because it means the floor can be poured and then the walls will start soon.
This is the kitchen area. I can’t wait until that horrible little shed on the far side of the fencing is knocked down. I hate it with a passion. At the moment it contains the boiler unit which is going to be moved out of there.
This is the kitchen area. I really hope it’s going to be big enough. I’m finding it very hard to judge the space by looking at what’s there at the moment.
And this is the front view of the building works at the moment.
It’s all moving along quite quickly, and himself is happy, which is good.
So….eight weeks of a timeline? Today marked one week since commencement of the works. Fingers crossed!
Photos from Friday. Everything is ready for the blocklayers to start on Monday. I can’t believe the progress that’s been made.
Just as well the builders put that fencing up though. Yesterday morning I completely forgot about the construction going on at the side of the house, and gently reversed until I heard a ‘clang’ at the rear of the car. Oops!
Thankfully no damage was done to either car or fencing. Could have been a LOT worse.
Finally works have started on the granny flat. The builders arrived on Wednesday and set up, and I’m amazed at the progress they’ve been making. Today is Friday, the foundations have been poured, and the block layers are to arrive on Monday.
This was the site at lunch time on Wednesday (Day 1)
…..and by that afternoon….
the digging had started
Unfortunately it’s not until you go making holes in the ground that you realise exactly how the building is going to go. It seems that a large section of the ground contained a lot of rubble, which resulted in a discussion that evening on the suitability of the ground and how best to proceed.
New word for Day 1 – Lean-mix (Yikes)
Of course, I can’t hear these things and not be expected to worry. When the builders arrived the next day I fretted in case the work would stop, tools would be thrown down, and the decision made that nothing could ever be built on the ground.
But it didn’t stop.
Thursday Evening (Day 2)
It’s amazing to see the transformation over just two days.
I brought Bláthnaid to Limerick last weekend to have her copy of ‘Skulduggery Pleasant – Last Stand of Dead Men’ signed by the author, Derek Landy.
I *had* to bring her. When she’d heard the book had been released she was into Easons in Clonmel as fast as I could drive her there (without breaking any speed limits of course). The books had only been delivered that day and she had to wait while a box was opened especially for her.
That’s dedication, surely.
So off to Limerick we went last Sunday and queued for an hour to meet Derek and to get Bláthnaid’s book signed, similar to the way we’d queued in Cork last year.
The last time Bláthnaid met Derek she didn’t have any questions for him as she was so nervous. This time when asked if she had any questions she came out with ‘Why?’
Shanrahan Cemetery, just outside Clogheen, is the burial place of Fr. Nicholas Sheehy. Fr. Sheehy was born in Fethard in 1728 and was Parish Priest in Clogheen. He was a friend of the ‘Whiteboys’, (a secret Irish organisation that rebelled against landlords and tithe collectors).
In 1766 Fr. Sheehy was tried in Clonmel for the murder of a John Bridge. He was convicted, and hung, drawn and quartered (a very gruesome death that I cringe at the thought of, ever since watching Braveheart). He protested his innocence to the end, and I read somewhere that, to this day, a black cloud hangs over Clonmel as a result of this wrongdoing. I can testify though that the black could only appears when I hang my washing out.
With the fabulous weather we’ve been having over the last few weeks I thought I’d be sporting a lovely golden tan at this stage. I’ve been out in the garden as much as I can, whether it’s pulling up weeds, slaving over a hot barbecue, or simply panning out on a flat sun lounger. (You can tell by the state of the garden and the cleanliness of the barbecue which one of these I resorted to most often.)
Unfortunately my skin has had other ideas. It has objected profusely to being exposed to the warm rays of sunshine, by developing an ‘itch-scratch-itch’ reaction.