Fucking awesome (I'm allowed to swear at the moment because my father is overseas)

We've been in this house for just over 3 years. When we moved here it had an exciting pink and ginger colour-scheme, with accents of gold and faux greenstone.

All the ceilings had been lowered, to give this 1920s house that modern feel of the 1980s. A low concrete block wall allowed a pleasing view of the street (and no bugger could see in with the cunningness that is net curtains).

The back yard was a low maintenance dreamscape. Concrete eliminating the need for a lawnmower. A glass conservatory on the back of the house provided some much needed indoor outdoor flow, albeit from the toilet.

And now, finally, we have almost purged the horror. Glen is applying the tiles to the end of the bath (2 years after the rest of the bathroom was tiled). All the ceilings have been raised and repaired, the backyard has been restored to lawn and (horror!) trees.

And I never want to leave. I love a finished house, and will (may) never (in the immediate future) undertake such an extensive project again.

The funniest thing? When we bought the house we had a renovation budget of 12k. Hahahahahhahahahhahahhahahahhahahaha.

You live and learn.