I haven’t gone near Bradford since demo started. Let’s be real. Amy + mold + asbestos = trouble.
Yesterday a friend mentioned the chutes coming from my upstairs windows and I thought: That’s it. I have to drive by.
Confession: the sight of a dumpster has never made me so happy. I stayed away from the front and the plastic chutes–I didn’t want any trouble. But I peeked in the back windows and practically flipped out. The jungle green bathroom is gone, my friends.
Here’s the update I got this morning–a picture taken from the front door.
This makes me happy.