In the torrential floods that afflicted London (and a huge number of other areas) last year, our cellar was flooded. The most severe losses (aren’t they always?) were our photographs: all the baby photographs of the children and most of the surviving ones of late Mother in Law.
The insurance covered us well, fortunately and so in a couple of weeks, we are having people round to install a proper, water-resistant seal around the cellar: and at the same time, we’re going to have the floor dug down by another foot. This should make the cellar a more workable space (at the moment, I can’t stand up in it, and so it houses Wife’s darkroom) and may even enable us to move the utility room downstairs. What I’m not looking forward to is taking everything out of the cellar, wrestling it up the narrow stairway, and trying to find alternative storage for it. I feel a purge coming on…
