The story so far

In the beginning there was a couple that decided to climb onto the property ladder and leave the world of renting behind. These are the ongoing chronicles of our attempts to bring our house into the 21st century.

Why dung heap? The first thing we did on moving in was to transplant a lilac bush we had rescued from a building site some 5 years ago. Its been following us ever since. Anyway I dug down into one of the beds in the back garden only to hit glass. Not just a bottle, but many many bottles. Several in plastic shopping bags. It was obvious the cut rate cockup artist that the previous owner had employed to do all of her gardening and handiwork had used domestic waste for filler in the garden. Other digging has produced bits of what appear to be rusted out barrels and other dry fill. Not quite a rubbish tip but the phrase dung heap came to mind and it has stuck ever since.

Ok so we bought a lemon. On the surface it looked good. Even having a full inspection found only minor things. Nothing we couldn't handle or work around. Nice Victorian terrace within a 30 minute commute to London Bridge. Once we started digging beneath the million layers of wallpaper, dodgy wiring, the world's ugliest light fixtures, and some seriously disgusting appliances. Over the next week and a bit, I'll be catching up on what's been done in the 5 months so far.