There is not enough space for my office.
We were thinking of moving a wood shed to make space for the office but have realised it won’t survive being moved. David came to measure up and we explained the problem. Leave it with me he says and takes all the measurements away.
He comes back a couple of weeks later with beautifully drawn plans, they are not architect drawings but clearly show what he is proposing. I have 2 suggestions for the front car port with a single or double apex. He even drew my Prius in the car port of one of the options. David has also come up with a suggestion for getting more space. Move the vegetable plot and build adjacent to the first part. It’s a perfect solution.
The vegetable plot was for my daughter. She planted some veg initially but then got more interested in flowers and strawberries. The birds get the strawberries every year but she loves watching them grow and watering them (the strawberries not the birds). She now has a ‘secret garden,’ right in full view in the front of her play house. She’s not fussed about her veg plot going.
Mine also needs to go. Vegetable plot is the wrong name, it is mostly a huge rhubarb plant, a blackcurrant bush, loads of marjoram, purple sage and lemon sage. I don’t use any of them in cooking, I just liked the idea of having herbs. I don’t need to keep the herbs but I do want to keep the rhubarb.
We’ve also realised that we need to empty out our garage. It will have to go into storage during the build and so I research some options both onsite (cheap weekly charge, huge £500+ delivery/collection charge) or offsite storage which is only a few miles away and much cheaper so we’ll go for that. We’ve got too much stuff and we don’t need to store all of it. Time to get rid of the spare gazebo cover and trampoline net (Freegle) and stuff we aren’t going to use again (Facebook, boot fair, charity etc). What else can we get rid of?
David tells us he has looked into it and thinks we are in an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty. ‘Thanks’ I say. ‘You’ll need planning’ he says. Damn.
