This is a post about kitchen ceiling. My kitchen is a tiny ‘off-shot’, its North facing and I wouldn’t say it was the hub of the house, but it used to be a pokey, dark room that needed a light on most of the year but now it’s a light airy to a space.
When I moved into this house it was untouched since the 1940′s. I’d watched a lot of DIY SOS and had a view that all builders are enthusiastic, cheery and arrive on time in a group with matching fleeces. I decided to undertake a renovation of the entire house. Everything got ripped out and replaced. I managed to employ builders who fell into a different camp from those on DIY SOS. My experience of builders is, I imagine, similar to herding cats, never where you want them to be, unfamiliar with any kind of direction. It was a stressful period. However, I ploughed on, the back of the house was dark and my brilliant idea was to knock the kitchen through to the dinning area and take out the kitchen ceiling, open it up to roof and put velux windows in. Which dully happened. Then the man from building regulations arrived, decided he didn’t like it and informed me the ceiling had to go back in and he wasn’t discussing it further. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I rang his department and sobbed and (amazingly) they agreed to my changes with some extra work via a structural engineer. I decided to employ the sob/crying tactic more often and how much more cooperative the builders became when faced with a weeping woman. I have a tiny but bright and airy kitchen and in the mornings when the sun is out sunshine streams through and lights the whole back of the house. I am Nick Knowles.
This post is for Week 83 of the Gallery, pop over to Tara’s blog Sticky Fingers and see everyone else’s kitchens.