Goodbye old friend

Our old house was the backdrop of a lot of fond memories.

It was our first proper family home, purchased after we had our first child and returned home from London where we lived in a rented, dank two bedroom flat in an overpriced but somehow sketchy neighbourhood.

We brought our other two children home from the hospital to this house. It was the only home that our boys have ever known, or at least, it’s the only one that they would recollect.

It was the site of many birthday parties, christmases, countless family meals, games, bumps, scrapes and fights.

But as we grew, the house didn’t, and ultimately it was time for us to move on.

Thankfully, houses are inanimate objects without feelings. So we did this:

Such a shame in some ways, but it also represents a chance for a new start with a clean slate.

Demo took a little longer than expected thanks to hidden asbestos in just about every crevice you can think of, and a broken part in the demo machine which delayed its arrival on site.

After a week and a half, this is all that remains.

We are most certainly past the point of no return now!