Meanwhile….

less than 48 hours later, the woman peeped through the little hatch. Hetty looked tired - but happy. The loft looked…well, see for yourself

Time for bed said Hetty…..

What they saw from the rooftops...

And then one fine evening, the couple climbed the stairs in a far off land, 2 doors away, and saw something amazing. The loft had put on her hat. Some say it was a Heath Robinson hat, but the couple thought it was the best hat they had ever seen. And the loft was happy.

What Hetty did next..

That girl knows how to work...






















































Meanwhile, during all of this, a little dog kept guard. Ever alert, the brave terrier stuck to his post - he was determined Hetty would not descend until her work was complete and he could finally get a look at what was up the silver stairs. The stairs where no terrier had boldy gone. Not ever.

Blair Witch in the Loft

At night, the woman crept up the stairs to sneak a peek at the newly emerging loft. It was dark, so very dark up there. With torch batteries dead, the only way to see was by camera flash…..

The woman screamed. As the flash lit up the room for the briefest of moments, she could see two dark eyes staring right at her from inches away.....






























It seemed that Hetty had moved into the loft.

Later, much later, the woman crept once more up the loft ladder. Hetty had been busy.

and bit by bit...

the old floorboards left the building.

Meanwhile...

the bedroom ceiling, who had only just acquired new boards, plaster and paint herself exclaimed: "What's all that banging about up there?"
And before she could stop herself, coughed up a small piece of plaster, about the size of a twopenny piece...



























"Excuse me" said the ceiling. "It just came out."

And so it came to be

that the old loft accepted that it was time for change. This old loft who'd stored the mountain of dusty stuff without complaint, without a word, without even a discreet cough.This job was complete. It was time for a new job- she was to be converted to a new and shiny loft. A loft with new boards, new steels and a toasty warm jacket. This loft would be a warm loft, a light loft ...an ensuite loft….this loft was going to be a ROOM. The loft was happy.

The couple watched as the old loft was bashed and shaken to cast off the old and bring in the new. It was loud, it was scary - it was happening.

And when

the junk was finally cleared, the loft revealed itself in full boarded and thinly insulated glory. It was a good loft. A big loft. A loft without so much dusty stuff. And the loft was happy.


























And the couple were tired. And the rest of the house? Well, it was now stuffed with dusty stuff. C'est la guerre said the woman.

And then...

A magical day came. The two who owned the loft finally came to face their responsibilities. They climbed the steps, breathed in the dust and faced the horror. Slowly, slowly, floorspace came to reveal itself


























And as they surveyed the scene, the man turned to the woman and said :"I've never even played badminton". The woman nodded. It was going to be a long weekend.

Once upon a time….

in a land far far away, there was a loft. It was a good loft. A big loft. A loft which had once been shiny and new. Floors newly boarded with skill and care by a RayMan and his Apprentice.
Then, a short while later, the loft became full of something….well…..it was kind of…. full of…… dusty stuff. A LOT of dusty stuff. The kind of stuff that nobody wants. The kind of stuff that even a saggy old cloth cat would turn his nose up at. And that stuff looked like this:



























It was not pretty.