The first step was to get rid of as much as we possibly could. Me, Billy's mum and aunt arrived early in our work gear and, in a frenzy of activity, we started ripping up carpet from every room. We threw out curtains, blinds and dated bits of clutter like wall-mounted kitchen towel dispensers.
- Our hallway and living room, minus carpet.
- The bedroom - floorboards!
We started, tentatively, to clean - though knowing where (or how) to start was certainly a struggle. As the weather was on our side, we were able to open every single window, in a bid to clear out the build up of smoke-stink.
The bathroom needed a deep clean (to say the least). It sure was difficult to imagine hopping into the shower or taking a bubble bath...
- The toilet.
- Filthy bathroom tiles
Gratifyingly, by the end of the day, the place already looked so much better. Removing the stagnant carpet from the bedroom, hall and spare room revealed (somewhat grubby) floorboards; downstairs we were left with bare, cold concrete.
- The stairs, stripped of carpet.
- Spare room, floorboards.
Leaving an empty shell (plus bags of disgusting carpet) behind us, it was now easier to imagine how the flat could look, with a hell of a lot of paint and even more elbow grease.
The next step? Stripping the walls...
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