Bookcases in beech proved a little difficult to find; an oak finish is quite common but not so beech.

We did eventually find some in beech at Nobis Education Furniture. Furthermore, there was a narrow [400mm], tall [1800mm] unit that looked as if it would fit perfectly, as well as stand a chance of matching. Reviews looked favourable so we ordered it on 12th November. These are made-to-order units with a quoted 3-4 week lead time.

My nature library has been sculling about the floor of my cave waiting patiently. Today the wait was over. After a shade under three weeks, a nice man delivered my library shelves and very good they look, too. The workmanship looks fine so I’m very pleased.

The books are back off the floor; Britain and Europe dragons on the top shelf, world dragons on the 2nd shelf, other critters on the 3rd shelf with oversized books on the 4th.

I have imposters, though. The complete 22-volume Supercook hardback publication sits snugly on the bottom shelf. Supercook is rather outmoded compared to modern cookery styles but it’s complete, no longer available and I can’t bear to get rid of it. Sentimentality rules.

I even have room for expansion. I must find more odonata books.

In order of conception, the first of our side projects was the cloakroom – oh, all right, call a spade a spade: the downstairs loo. [It’s so small there’s absolutely no room for any cloaks, anyway.]

Having decided to continue the kitchen/dining area flooring into the hallway, it was but a small jump to continue it into the downstairs loo. Shortly afterwards it was but another small jump to continue the flooring into the utility room.

Francine was keen to replace all the hardware, including the tiny radiator, and to incorporate a skinny vanity unit. The loo, after all, was original so must have been 40 years old. I’m willing to take on many DIY projects but exchanging a loo when the new one needs seating on a concrete floor with plumbing running through it is not one of them. So, way back when, we got our friendly Plumber Men to rip out the loo, radiator and hand basin, leaving the room denuded to ease the fitting of the new flooring.

As readers will be only too aware, the fitting of the flooring became the ripping up of Floor v1.0, followed eventually by the fitting of Floor v2.0 after a seemingly interminable 2-month gap.

Expecting Floor v1.0 to be acceptable, Francine’s skinny vanity unit had been procured eons ago. With all the work necessary in our other rooms, the vanity unit was stateless and got shuffled from room to room like a refugee. Almost inevitably, yours truly managed to knock it over (it isn’t terribly stable when freestanding, especially on carpet) and a replacement was needed. A replacement proved difficult to get which incurred yet another delay.

The upshot is that we’ve been without a downstairs loo for the last three months. Since it was denuded for the duration, however, there now was plenty of room for cloaks. 😀 [No, we didn’t.]

So, first to be conceived is last to be completed. To be fair to the smallest room in the house, though, side project A would have been completed a shade before side project B, the utility room, were it not for the fact that we needed to find and fit a mirror and come up with a cunning solution for a splashback. To be accurate, that is Francine needed to find them [“yes dear”] and I needed to fit them.

Finally it’s done. We have Francine’s replacement skinny vanity unit, a matching skinny hand basin that I’ll never get my hands into, a modern loo with a very svelte cistern, probably containing insufficient water to flush effectively, a new radiator (hidden behind the door) and there still isn’t any room for cloaks.

Now we also have a mirror, there should be room for Francine to powder her nose, though. [I won’t tell you what I thought that phrase meant as a young child.]

I may have to do something about that hideous lightshade, though. 😀

Once we’d decided to continue our ground floor flooring into the cloakroom, .a.k.a. downstairs loo, it was but a short step to decide also to continue it into the utility room. Thus the utility room became side project B.

After the flooring, the main effort was to fit some cupboards to tidy things up. We’d needed a new worktop for years; I’d tried twice to replace it ordering a section from (bloody) Homebase but both attempts failed ‘cos (bloody) Homebase supplied damaged worktop twice. This time the nice folks at Ultrawood Interiors donated a perfect worktop that was superfluous to requirements gratis. How’s that for service? It’s even in trendy grey, not that we particularly want trendy.

As you might see from the picture, a very skinny ceiling light was needed to enable cupboard doors to open. We found a suitable fitting and I fitted it.

Glitch number I’ve-lost-count happened when fastidious Mr. Fitter came to hang the cupboards – the far cupboard had been supplied with no door. Naturally one was ordered (I can’t call it a replacement ’cos there was nothing to replace).

Meanwhile, Francine’s washing machine had been refusing to work with fabric softener for some time and, as well as replacing that, she was keen to get rid of our tumble drier which she now saw as a fire risk, a few having apparently burst into flames having used the collected fluff as tinder. So, Francine began investigating a combined washer/drier. Some such machines don’t enjoy the greatest of reputations but you can waste half a lifetime fretting about things so, after due diligence, she opted for a Bosch.

Our missing cupboard door turned up. Making glitch number I’ve-lost-count-plus-one, the missing cupboard door was supplied with the holes for its hinge attachments in the wrong places. Brilliant. Somebody must’ve changed the jig. Who’d’a thunk it? A second was ordered specifying exactly where the holes needed to be.

At last, today, our second missing door turned up and Mr Fitter came to hang it. Joy of joys, the hinge holes were now correct. You really do have to have your holes in the right places.

So, in the race to the line for our final two outstanding side projects, the utility room beat the cloakroom by a short head.

In the time lottery of our completed side projects, next up is my Man Cave. Yay! Some good news on Remembrance Day.

It was looking a bit bare last time, though it did have its smart new oak wood-effect flooring.

Speaking of grain, Man Cave goes against it. Man Cave is not painted in Francine’s corporate Wimborne White. [GASP] “Why on earth not?”, I hear you ask. Well, before settling on Wimborne White for the Kitchen/Diner, we thought we fancied Dulux Morning Light and I went and bought 10 litres of the stuff. It is a very similar colour, though with a touch more yellow and, since 10 litres cost about £120, rather than waste it … enough said.

Francine did a good job of planning use of the space, having found some reasonable looking office desks. There are a number of suppliers offering similar products and a swift spot of research proved that you have to be very careful when choosing where to place an order. One in particular had utterly appalling reviews the like of which I don’t think I’ve seen.

We heard favourable reports of National Office Furniture Supplies who had a large (1800mm x 1200mm) curved office desk that came packaged with a matching 400mm filing cabinet/drawer unit. Here it is, though I needed the right hand version. ‘T would be a perfect fit with space left for a document shredder. 😉

It was duly ordered on 26th October and turned up today. Communication throughout from the supplier seemed perfectly reasonable, both emails and phone calls to arrange delivery, and now I have it the quality feels good.

The pedestal comes basically assembled but not so the desk. The assembly instructions required a little interpretation with components varying slightly from some of those shown but, calling on experience from Ikea assembly, all went well. It’s installed and feels terrific; I have SPACE. The cupboards, incidentally, are excellent and were from Ikea though they sadly no longer seem to be supplied.

I am going to have to add a bookcase for my collection of 40+ nature books, mostly field guides.

I now need a new monitor, too. The 8+ year old Dell 23” doesn’t have drivers for Win 10 and doesn’t quite fly properly – tries to enter power saving mode and gets stuck such that I can’t even power it down. Big red switch time. Bigger!

This project stemmed from my Man Cave side project (still ongoing), which was made necessary by Franco being forcibly ejected from Office 1.0 to make way for Francine and her humongous printer in m’ Lady’s Chamber (side project D).

Our upstairs ceilings have always been in a poor state with scrim tape becoming detached from several plasterboard joints. The ceiling in Bedroom #3, destined to be my Man Cave, was poor but that in Bedroom #2, destined to remain a bedroom, was dreadful. Since the ceilings are covered in that horrible 60s Artex crap, I took the opportunity to get Builder Man back to knock off all the pimples, apply new sticky scrim tape over the joints and skim both ceilings with beautiful flat, smooth plaster.

To make way for Builder Man, the old bedside cabinets and cheap, white, rickety, MFI-style wardrobe got broken up and went to the tidy tip – sorry, Household Waste Recycling Centre – complete with nasty pink-ish carpet.

Drastic clearing out is really very therapeutic. There are times when I’ve wanted to hire a huge skip, fill it with everything from inside the house and start again with a clean slate.

Right, rip off the outmoded wall paper for Builder Man to do his ceiling thing, let the plaster dry, then paint the fresh ceiling white and the walls in Francine’s corporate Wimborne White. Much, much better.

Without breaking the ever-diminishing bank account, we think we’ve managed to improve on the rickety MFI-style wardrobe [I suppose it should be Ikea, these days] from Lucas Furniture who have a fancy new showroom in Aylesbury.

Headboards are a problem for me. I really don’t like headboards like wrought iron gates with metal bars that dig into your head. Neither do I like padded, upholstered affairs that get greasy and discoloured. Whatever they are, I don’t care for headboards attached to the bed, either – they are never rigid enough and bang against the wall. [Keep smutty comments to yourselves.]  No, IMO a headboard should be fixed to the wall. Francine found an oak effect hard headboard that would be cleanable, looked OK and, though it was designed to attach to the bed, I thought a modification would get it secured to the wall.

The headboard arrived wrapped in cardboard and with foam corner protectors taped to it on the inside. I set about my rudimentary carpentry to modify the fixings. Once done, I removed the corner protectors only to discover that one corner had not been adequately protected; it had clearly been smacked on that corner, possibly dropped on it, which was cracked and distorted a little. A tell tale scrap of laminate was embedded in the foam.

“Bother”, said Franco, crossly.

I’d already done my carpentry so returning it seemed a less than possible solution. However, Francine sent an explanatory note to the supplier, HomeFittings.co.uk, a.k.a.Hughes Furniture Ltd, a Northern Irish outfit operating through Amazon. They were terrific. They said that, since it was damaged, they’d ship us a replacement straight away; they didn’t even want our photographic evidence. My modified fixings would go straight onto the replacement headboard. Result!

True to their word, the replacement headboard arrived this morning sans damage. My modified fixings worked a treat.

Now for the pièce de résistance, the bedding.  You just have to check this out; it could’ve been designed just for me. This is Sophie Allport Dragonfly bedding. How great is that? [Well, not great at all if you’re not addicted to dragonflies, of course.]

Sophie must be a very classy lady. Look, the kitchen, our main project, hasn’t missed out either:

Here’s the finished side project E, Franco’s West Wing retreat with personalised bedding. 🙂