Living in an old house means that there is often a fair bit of maintenance required. Living in a Victorian terrace in a seaside destination also brings with it salt and water (and sometimes wind) problems, the salty air is highly corrosive. However my current home maintenance project hasn’t come from salty air but high levels of water ingress and my desire for change. My darling DH and I have set to and demolished our built-in bay window seat only to find that a lot of maintenance was required before we redecorate our living room. It’s not a huge surprise but it is a pain in the rear end….
If that wasn’t maintenance enough we’ve also whisked away the carpet on our stairs (it was tired and quite frankly I didn’t like it anymore – far too oatmeal in colour). This now means that apart from the fact that Milo won’t walk up/down the stairs anymore (we now have to carry him up and down; how pampered is our pooch?) that we also have some serious sanding and filling to do. Well I say “we”, when in fact I’m getting a “man” in to do it.
Do you live in an old house? Do you find its a bit like the Forth Bridge and needs constant maintenance? Is it your pride any joy though, filled with your love and labour?