At present my house is having somewhat of a face lift or bum lift if you like, due to the regeneration of a second hand conservatory being constructed at it’s rear. I won it on Ebay, as at the time, it seemed like a bargain. But with all bargains there came a price to pay and the roof had to be totally replaced. Thankfully the new roof, timber framed and beautifully stained, has given the construct more of an extension feel and you might even think it reminiscent of a barn conversion, if you squint a bit.
The glass is going in at the weekend and the doors will be hung as well. This has prompted my wife, seeing as it is potting up time, to commandeer the concrete floor space, which one day will be lovingly covered in oak (effect) wooden flooring (laminate). Placed delicately, but all to messily on said floor are rows of plastic trays filled with the smelliest of dirt and plugged with, God knows what kind of, seeds. She seems to think that even in the presence of the frame and roof the greenhouse effect will take place upon these, not even, germ lings.
She is enthusiastic to say the least, but does this mean that my lovingly built conservatory is now to be a greenhouse rather than my relaxing cinema room (at night times, when it is dark. The rest of the time the TV screen, I fear, may be obscured by the rays of the sun). You can see where she gets it from when her mother handed over a lemon tree when she came by the other day. We had been thinking of trying to grow a fruit tree, lemon or orange in variety still to be decided, within the conservatory / greenhouse, but why’s everyone jumping the gun? And why is this, what can only be described as an, invasion taking place with all things grow-able. Do I look like Alan Titchmarsh? Do my thumbs look slightly discoloured? No so please stop trying to turn my conservatory in to a greenhouse and get my surround sound system ordered as my birthday is coming up soon and the conservatory is nearly done.
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