Just watching the last episode of Location, location, location on catch-up got me thinking about my own home and its current state of affairs.
I bought it in February 2005 – not because it was the perfect flat but because it really does have the perfect location: two minutes to the park, three minutes to the river and about seven minutes to Chelsea.
From day one I knew it would need work but that didn’t bother me. I love doing DIY. Actually that’s not true – I love the idea of DIY. I love the design part but the doing part, not so much.
Five years and three months of often gruelling work later, it’s almost finished. I’ve had the kitchen wall removed and made the whole living space open plan. I’ve put wooden boards down throughout. I’ve tiled the bathroom wall and floor, replaced all the doors, fixtures and fittings and decorated everywhere. Now I just need to put a tiny bit of beading round the cupboards in my workroom and then it’s done. It wouldn’t even take long – an hour at the most – yet I’m not rushing to do it. I’m not excited about the idea of it being finished as most people probably would be.
At work I’m fine with finishing things – give me a deadline and I’ll probably even bring the job in early but without a deadline, I just can’t do it. I seem to have the ‘finishing’ gene missing.