I really didn’t think moving house would turn out to be so expensive – and I’m not talking about the removal costs.
It’s coming up to the three-month anniversary of moving into our lovely house in Alverstoke and we’re loving it more here every day.
There was certainly a fair amount of upheaval and disappointment along the way, but we are in and happy and now the real spending has begun!
You see, the house itself had been extensively modernised by the last owners. Built in the 1930s, it is blessed with tall ceilings, bay windows, character fittings and a wonderful, long back garden.
The kitchen wall had been knocked through to create a wonderfully large kitchen/diner, looking out across the westerly-facing garden.
The property has had rooms re-plastered, re-wired and re-plumbed. Every room – except for the lounge and master bedroom.
This is where we can put our stamp on the house.
One of my dreams is to have an open fire. It’s something I’ve always wanted and with two chimney breasts, it’s been easy to open up the lounge fireplace.
Modern standards mean a wood-burning stove is the most fuel-efficient thing to have, but the cost of the conversion is mounting up.
Now my wife has gone designing crazy! More re-plastering and now re-carpeting. New lighting, shelving, radiator covers and wallpaper. My bank balance is suffering.
Nothing is sacred and the two three-year-old leather sofas are now too big for the room apparently. They’re going, being replaced by a corner sofa and an ‘accent’ chair for the bay window.
The final straw came as my beautiful 42in HD TV all of a sudden became ‘too big’. Apparently the screen size is okay, but its frame and the lovely smoke glass table for it ‘dominate’ the room.
So a new slimline TV has been purchased. Sarah Beeny and co have a lot to answer for.
I know both the lounge and bedroom will look superb when finished, but it’s a man’s job to moan about spending money and changing things, surely?