"Bespoke* windows and doors are all very well in terms of aesthetics," he warns (in his inimitable, let's-get-serious-chaps delivery), "yet it's where I've seen so many projects flounder in terms of the inevitable, and more often than not, interminable delays they can cause to a building schedule."
Having got all that off my chest, I must admit that there is some progress to report. In fact, most of the door and window frames have arrived, and even been installed. And here they are in all their beefy, industrial-proportioned glory:
"Not to mention the stress and strain this can add to an already overstretched relationship," he adds ruefully. As the camera moves in for a close-up of Kev's studiously furrowed brow, he confides, in conspiratorial tone: "And I fear Wendy and Phil may be no exception."
Yes, we appreciate your concern Uncle Kev but we're doing fine and dandy thanks.
Oh alright, I admit we do have the odd - cough - discussion about house progress, or lack thereof. Actually, we had one the other day. Here's how it goes:
Phil sits quietly and listens (or appears to listen), whilst I walk around in ever-decreasing circles, waving my hands and ranting. Then we have a nice cup of tea. Or one of us goes off to fetch beer and corn chips.
Phil sits quietly and listens (or appears to listen), whilst I walk around in ever-decreasing circles, waving my hands and ranting. Then we have a nice cup of tea. Or one of us goes off to fetch beer and corn chips.
Seriously though, the reason why the house is taking years, rather than months to build can be boiled down to three factors:
1. Phil believes he is the only person in the world who can do the job properly (read perfectly) - and anyway, tradies never return your calls, let alone turn up.
2. Sadly, he's right.
3. A pesky distraction called "earning a living", usually in the form of huge electronics projects for museums and exhibitions (see philwarddesign.com).
Actually, add to that
4. The torrential, coming down in buckets, creek-bursting downpours that have been pelting the now ironically-named Sunshine Coast for - well, seemingly forever.
Oh my, what a surprise! It's raining now...
Actually, add to that
4. The torrential, coming down in buckets, creek-bursting downpours that have been pelting the now ironically-named Sunshine Coast for - well, seemingly forever.
Oh my, what a surprise! It's raining now...
Having got all that off my chest, I must admit that there is some progress to report. In fact, most of the door and window frames have arrived, and even been installed. And here they are in all their beefy, industrial-proportioned glory:
Oh how neat and trim and almost finished it's looking. Be still my beating heart! I am soooo antsy to move in. Trouble is, there's no actual doors yet, just frames. Not to mention glass. And it rains every five minutes.
Sigh...
Sigh...
Although I'd have to say Kev, when it's all said and done, bespoke windows really are worth the "inevitable" delays - albeit 5 months and counting).
*Bespoke (adj.): made-to-order, custom made (originally applied to clothing).
3 comments:
Dangerous I fear to refer to Grand Designs at all - there rarely being a finished house to see on that show - and a mortgage ALWAYS increased by half again.
But the GRAND DESIGN bit certainly fits like a glove Phil! Won't be in time for Christmas in July then? Tea hea hea.
I'm seriously concerned about my sanity and ability to read. I skipped over the word "imaginary". So, my excitment at your inclusion on the Grand Designs programme was off and racing. Bounding, in fact. And then I realised there wasn't an Aussie programme of Grand Designs...I re-read your post and found how HUGELY important adjectives are.
Sigh...is my life really so void of excitement that I need to be this crazy about imaginary moments of fame among my friends?
Oh that is just too good - you're a crack up Nicole! You'd better come home soon.
(and to think I added "imaginary" at the last minute - just in case Kevvie tried to sue me!)
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