When a plan comes together

Can you remember John Hannibal Smith, B.A. Baracus, Templeton Faceman Peck and H.M. Howlin Mad Murdoch? Sure you do. The A-Team. And can you remember what was Hannibal’s favourite saying?

“I love it when a plan comes together!  Nice.”

At the end of this week, Sir Barry delivered our concept plan for the extension. In the greater scheme of things, the extension is but a tiny part, but when it comes down to checking over the broad details, there are suddenly a heap of questions on stuff that needs to be decided.

(Above): Sorry, there are a few scratchings on the plan. Look, you can even see me lying on the bed! Well, not quite me, but a stickman representation of me…

There is stuff such as outer wall cladding. In SA, there is no question: of course it will either be face-brick or painted cement plaster. In NZ the walls are much thinner and made of wood. The outer skin can be covered with brick veneer or with timber weather board. So, we spent the larger part of Saturday at various hardware merchants such as PlaceMakers (‘Know how. Can do.”) and Mitre 10 Mega, looking at all sorts of brick veneer, none of which match the bricks which are currently on the walls of the house. One of the problems.

Then there is the little problem of where to use pine weatherboard and where it is more appropriate to use Cedar (imported from Canada). Time will tell.

The main talking point is the shape of the roof, which must blend in with the existing roof of the house. It will be virtually flat, with the side bits at the same slope as the house. Confused? Well, to be perfectly honest, I guess we are just a weeny bit uncertain as well. But, to use the words of Sir Barry:

I have attached a couple of basic sketches that show the outline shape of the extension and how it all fits with the existing building.  I hope this is enough to convey how it all goes together.  As I said, the need for fall on the flat section of roof results in it not being a 'regular' rectangle.  Interesting geometry!

Just not too sure about the suspect lurking at the corner of the bedroom like that.