We've now moved into the recently completed garage/studio and set up residence for the foreseeable future, while the house is partially demolished and extended. Some say we are mad, some say genius. Time will tell. If we are all still speaking to each other in a year's time it will be cause for celebration in itself.
Task one: turn garage into livable dwelling. Upstairs we have loo, shower, kitchen, so downstairs is sleeping zone. Our lovely builder put up this partition made from a bunch of Victorian pine doors we'd had getting in the way for the last ten years.
That's one less pile of crap under a tarp to shimmy around.
So work begineth. The old side sleepout was first to go. One push, give or take, and it's gone.
Then work moves to the rear - old kitchen, diner and bathroom. It's clinging on a bit harder, but another day or two and it will also be toast.
The plan is to reserve all the old jarrah timbers and reuse them in the build, somewhere, somehow. Cue: five more piles of crap under tarpaulin.
When the inside wall skin was removed from the kitchen, this was revealed. It's the old original weatherboard wall, with flaking paints and lovely patina.
We might try and fiddle less rather than more with that and enjoy its distressed tones. Not that there will be much distressing to do, that's for sure.