We got a quote back for the loft conversion of a very reasonable £16,000. This was slightly higher than the original quote because we have had to factor in moving the existing bedroom door to create a fire-proof escape lobby (will post some images to explain when plans are finalised). This is very good price considering the work involved, but when you know you have lots of other things to do (replace single glazed windows, improve ventilation, soundproof, buy new appliances), you start questioning just how much value you will actually add to the home and if you will make it back?
We are hardly in the business of renovating for profit, but we don’t want to make a loss. If we can break even when we sell on, having improved the home and enjoyed living in it, we will be happy — but I think we are looking at at least £20,000 in home improvements. We need to remember that no matter how amazing we make the house look, there is a limit to how much people will pay for a two bed mid-terrace with no off-street parking (unless it’s in London of course).
Anyway, the long and short of it is we are taking the plunge. I signed the contract last week and sent it back to the builder and he emailed on Friday to say he will be round in the next few weeks to take more measurements.
I’m really excited — we are going to have more space, I get the fun of decorating, and the views are going to be amazing from up there looking out over the village and to Kinver Edge. But next on the agenda is securing finance. Bleurgh. Loan shopping is definitely my least favourite kind of shopping.
Work can’t start until next spring so we have a few months to save. It’s a shame I can’t crack on with the rest of the house before then, but it would be pointless since the bathroom and bedroom are going to be altered slightly to get the loft stairs in. I have lots to do in the kitchen, but I’m not going to make the mistake of painting the walls and cabinets, when the kitchen is going to be an access route when the building work is going on.
So, rather than twiddling my thumbs, I’m going to have a go at the garden when everything has died back. I’ve made a mental note of what is planted where so I don’t dig up anything that looked pretty in summer, but there are some trees to get rid of (too big and in the wrong places) and I still need to pull up – what is now known as – ‘The Decking of Doom’.
This is the Decking of Doom. One of the holes was exploratory to see if the frame had rotted — the other was where my foot went through it…