My brother is a builder. He was recently telephoned by a woman asking him to quote for a job at her daughter's house. When he arrived a man answered the door before my brother had managed to knock and said there'd been a mistake. Suddenly, a ferocious woman appeared and told the man, in no uncertain terms, to get back inside, which he meekly did.
At this stage my brother was, understandably, nervous about what was to come. The woman explained that this man was her daughter's boyfriend and that he'd decided to do some DIY on her daughter's house, a nice turn-of-the-century terrace.
Now these houses are invariably built on a foundation of tamped earth and a couple of courses of blue brick. This wazzock had decided he wanted a cellar, so he'd started to dig. It had never occurred to him that what he was removing was the very thing that supported the house and those flanking it. It also never occurred to him to check whether any other houses had cellars nearby and if not, why not. (The floods of 1998 should have given him a clue). As for planning permission...
My brother spent a matter of seconds down in the hole, which was eight feet deep and almost the width of the house before pronouncing it beyond his areas of expertise. He did, however, point out a few alarming structural cracks as he bolted for the street. The house is now shored up and effectively worthless and the chance of the neighbours selling their own homes is practically zero. Not a bad disaster for a few weekends digging.
At this stage my brother was, understandably, nervous about what was to come. The woman explained that this man was her daughter's boyfriend and that he'd decided to do some DIY on her daughter's house, a nice turn-of-the-century terrace.
Now these houses are invariably built on a foundation of tamped earth and a couple of courses of blue brick. This wazzock had decided he wanted a cellar, so he'd started to dig. It had never occurred to him that what he was removing was the very thing that supported the house and those flanking it. It also never occurred to him to check whether any other houses had cellars nearby and if not, why not. (The floods of 1998 should have given him a clue). As for planning permission...
My brother spent a matter of seconds down in the hole, which was eight feet deep and almost the width of the house before pronouncing it beyond his areas of expertise. He did, however, point out a few alarming structural cracks as he bolted for the street. The house is now shored up and effectively worthless and the chance of the neighbours selling their own homes is practically zero. Not a bad disaster for a few weekends digging.