Bun in the oven?

Is your life going down the pan???

When my husband bought our house, it was long before he met me..... It was quite a renovation project as these photos show. I met him after most of the work had been completed, good timing or what? Though the down side meant that A) it isn't done in my taste, and B) it isn't my house!

Original Victorian outdoor netty.

Would you believe he kept the bog? Only Lucinda Lambton has more old bogs. Don't ask me why. I refused to marry him till he scrapped the loo, and then I caved in. Then I said it had to be gone before I gave birth- he hid it in the garage!!! There it resides, his throne. One day it will be" Nightmare on lavatory seat" and he will discover the local tramps, cats and stray dogs have p****d in it and maybe, just maybe then, I will get rid? Mwaahahahahaaaa.

The original oven.

Our house was originally a bakery! This room is now our dining room, and the oven here was removed brick by brik by my husband and his bricky. In its place now is a lovely set of French Windows that overlook the lawn. (The Garden became my project). He clung to the "antique iron parts" (Read "rusty scrap") like a baby to its blanky. My father, who has Much Experience in Metals, announced on his first visit to our home "Son it isn't worth Jack, you'd have to pay someone to take it away!" Eventually after birth of baby my father and I hauled the rusty (s)crap to the tip in secret. I didn't want baby to suck it/ teeth on it/ fall on it, any other valid excuse?

Inside the oven from the outside.

All I can say is that I admire hubby for his efforts, that is one renovation job. Yes, it would have been cool to bake our own Pizzas, but er, I do prefer having a dining room! so why, all of a sudden, am I revealing all this hidden side to our home? Well we plan to move home. I guess I'm getting a bit nostalgic, and I feel that hubby needs to have his efforts acknowledged, after all he proposed ot me in this house and it was his home for a long time!

No , I haven't got a bun in the oven as the title suggests, I have a fruit loaf baking downstairs- seriously, the house makes me wanna bake bread!!! It wants me to bake bread, it is a compulsion that comes over me at weekends, I feel the kitchen warm itself and sigh "aaah, this is what I was built for!" with nostalgia, when I bake!

The Old Flour Loft.

Friends and Rellies, who have visited know the guest room well, it is now a huge, candy pink and cream haven, has "double aspect windows" over the lawn.... It is my favourite room, it is feminine, glamorous yet cozy and pink!

Probably too much information, ahead now, dear reader, close your eyes if you are the sensitive sort, or my mother, look away NOW!

My baby was conceived in the flour loft, and that is why it is special to me... collective cyber sigh girls......".ahhhhh."

The Flour loft again.

The ramshackle back garden of Yore and rear of the house, no longer recognisable.

The rusty (s)crap that Dad and I secretly dumped

(was the oven door and linings.)

Don't worry a few months later hubby found out, and wasn't as upset as I thought he might be. Still haven't got round to disposing of the bog though! But I'm damned if it moves to the new house with us!! Hubby thinks it is "worth a bit" So if you collect old loos, or want a Victorian/Edwardian flush for a renovation project, leave a comment below, and we can negotiate! (Lucinda, heloooooo!) Got to sign off now, I can smell freshly baked date and walnut loaf wafting up to the office..mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm