I promised my grandparents some house photos months ago (are you sensing a certain theme here?) but kept thinking, "I'll take some when that bit's organised" or "when it's tidy" or "when we've got those shelves up". Finally yesterday I decided it was about as good as it's going to get.
So: pretty standard front view. Useful garage for stashing stuff in (and Graham's just got a chin-up bar and dartboard in there) and huge driveway.
Welcome! I think... Not sure what that expression's about!
The hallway leads through to the living room on your right...
...which is nice and long, so we've partitioned off a toy section, which is not normally so tidy...
...and also off the hallway is the kitchen to your left. The floor and counters have the curious property of really not showing dirt, which is useful to an extent, but quite disconcerting as well. I always feel like I'm cleaning blind.
Looking the other way, through to the dining room and with the utility room, downstairs toilet and door to garage off to the right.
Toby wanted to be in the dining room photos, but he always pulls the worst faces he can think of for the camera right now! This is looking through from the kitchen, and that door at the end goes back into the hallway again, right by the front door.
I've got my books and piano out after almost a year in boxes. Feels good!
The utility room, which is perpetually full of washing.
And our spacious and amazingly well-kept (by the previous owners, I mean!) back garden. I haven't been out there much lately, but I notice some bulbs are coming up, so it should gain a bit more colour soon.
Up the stairs we go, and, anticlockwise from right, it's the master bedroom...
...the spare bedroom, with sofa-bed made up in case we have to call the neighbours in the night when the baby starts arriving. There's a desk back there behind the door, too - it's a decent-size room.
The room that is, really, going to be ready for the baby, just as soon as I put the curtains up and move those boxes out...
...the bathroom. Not much to say about a bathroom...
...and last but not least, Toby's room. The front windows, including his, have a view of the cooling towers from a now-disused power station (which sounds appalling, but actually they're strangely atmospheric). For the first few weeks after we moved in, he would wake up, look out of the window, and announce, "Mum! Dad! There are five cooling towers!" Now we've moved on to the more mundane shout of, "I want breakfaaast!"
Here endeth the virtual tour; but if you're in the area, you're very welcome to come and see it in reality. Sorry it took so long, Grandma and Grandpa!
So: pretty standard front view. Useful garage for stashing stuff in (and Graham's just got a chin-up bar and dartboard in there) and huge driveway.
Welcome! I think... Not sure what that expression's about!
The hallway leads through to the living room on your right...
...which is nice and long, so we've partitioned off a toy section, which is not normally so tidy...
...and also off the hallway is the kitchen to your left. The floor and counters have the curious property of really not showing dirt, which is useful to an extent, but quite disconcerting as well. I always feel like I'm cleaning blind.
Looking the other way, through to the dining room and with the utility room, downstairs toilet and door to garage off to the right.
Toby wanted to be in the dining room photos, but he always pulls the worst faces he can think of for the camera right now! This is looking through from the kitchen, and that door at the end goes back into the hallway again, right by the front door.
I've got my books and piano out after almost a year in boxes. Feels good!
The utility room, which is perpetually full of washing.
And our spacious and amazingly well-kept (by the previous owners, I mean!) back garden. I haven't been out there much lately, but I notice some bulbs are coming up, so it should gain a bit more colour soon.
Up the stairs we go, and, anticlockwise from right, it's the master bedroom...
...the spare bedroom, with sofa-bed made up in case we have to call the neighbours in the night when the baby starts arriving. There's a desk back there behind the door, too - it's a decent-size room.
The room that is, really, going to be ready for the baby, just as soon as I put the curtains up and move those boxes out...
...the bathroom. Not much to say about a bathroom...
...and last but not least, Toby's room. The front windows, including his, have a view of the cooling towers from a now-disused power station (which sounds appalling, but actually they're strangely atmospheric). For the first few weeks after we moved in, he would wake up, look out of the window, and announce, "Mum! Dad! There are five cooling towers!" Now we've moved on to the more mundane shout of, "I want breakfaaast!"
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