This week has been all about the permits. Having submitted everything to the city 10 days previously we were now chasing to find out when our permits were coming. Turns out there were a few snags. The roofing product wasn’t going to work, then it might, then we needed a letter from the manufacturer, then it was ok. The planning officer couldn’t read CAD files so needed pdfs. Our engineer was out all day so couldn’t do them but eventually I lost patience and got someone else in his office to do it. We got those emailed but they couldn’t print them to scale. So then we had to send the files to the printer, collect the prints (a slight uphill struggle with the girl in the printers who couldn’t find them, luckily I spotted them. Right next to her. On her desk.) and I drove across the city (with the two boys in tow) to deliver the plans to the planning office. Phew. Well not quite.
Then it turns out that despite telling us that the plans didn’t need to be stamped they actually did because they had been changed. Changed at the request of the planning office. Yep, it’s just that much fun. So after some frankly bullying phone calls and the taking of no quarter I arranged to meet our engineer, get all the extra bits of paperwork the city wanted, get him to stamp two sets of plans (luckily Stephen ordered 5 sets, phew) then drive across to the planning office, meet with the planning officer and hand over all the paperwork. While Neirin screamed on the floor next to me. I knew how he felt. Luckily Stephen had built up a really good relationship with our planning officer by being an all round nice chap and keeping in constant contact. Hourly. I wouldn’t be surprised if we were invited to his wedding. So despite the backlog due to the upcoming bank holiday…
TA DA! We are go for permits. All Stephen had to do to collect them was drive, yes you guessed it, to the other side of the city, hand over a wheelbarrow load of our cash and then drive through horrendous traffic back to his waiting family. Simple. This is what we have been working towards for the last 6 months and frankly the paperwork (a photocopy at that) is not the gold embossed document of my imaginings. But what it does mean is that we can finally build our house, this thing we have been dreaming of doing for over a decade is actually going to happen. Our builder Dave has assured us that the getting of the permits is actually the most painful part of the process, I really hope he is right.
So now the work begins, the hard graft, the real knitty gritty. And to honour that I’ve started a Pinterest board with loads of pretty pictures of how I want my house to look. I’m right there in the trenches people. If I haven’t bored you senseless already, or if you would prefer a frankly more entertaining read, you should pop over to Stephen’s new blog where he is chronicling our journey in his own inimitable style. He also has a cool, 3D rendering of the house for anyone who’d like to see what it is going to look like.
In the meantime I’m going to continue with my pinning of cute ideas and my dreaming of a home that now, really now, is going to happen.