29/03/2026
A few months back, I did a few simple drawings for a contractor we work with (Ben Baxter Construction ) for a lovely old lady. Just a small porch on an annexe.
We then wen to site as we always do to get and idea of the works and meet the client.
She was lovely lady from the start — proper old-school kind in her 90,s but sharp as a tack. Tea offered within minutes, biscuits out like it was a ritual. You know the type. Makes you feel at home even though you’ve just met.
She had an annexe which had front door opening into a just a small a lobby, but it had quite a bit of space. So I did some sketches and we managed to get small utility and shower room wc. We added on the front a small overhang roof with posts to protect from the rain. The annexe will be the place she downsizes to I guess.
She loved the ideas so I then left it with the contractor. Did some spec details for him few weeks later.
Thought no more about it, and then got a call from the contractor asking me to meet him over there to see the finished job as the lady wanted to settle up.
So we met up Friday, and as before invite straight into the old house cuppa ready and we had such an interesting chat with her about her life and her interests. Time just drifted, deadlines to be elsewhere went.
We finally went and looked at the finished job.
She loved the porch. Properly loved it. And the shower room too — you could tell it meant more to her than just bricks and fittings. She had chosen all the finishes and it looked stunning. It was about having something nicer, more comfortable, something that made her day-to-day life better.
The contractor had done some lovely work the nicest been he had found the old front door and repaired and re-used.
For her, that little porch wasn’t just an add-on. It was somewhere to come in out of the cold, take a breath, maybe hang her coat without rushing. The shower room wasn’t just practical — it was comfort, ease, a bit of independence for later on.
Most of the time, we all get caught up in the numbers. Quotes, budgets, costs — all of that matters, of course. But every now and then, you get reminded that what you’re actually doing is helping someone shape their home. Their space. Their routine.
And all of a sudden, it didn’t feel like a “small job” anymore.
It’s easy to forget that side of things when you’re busy, rushing from one job to the next. But moments like that slow you down a bit. Remind you why the work matters.
We finished our tea, had a bit more of a chat, and I left feeling better than I expected. Not because of the job itself — but because of how much it meant to her.
She wanted to settle up with me, and it just didn’t feel right – she wanted to find a home for some books, and that was payment enough.
Sometimes it really isn’t about the money.
We said our good byes and she said if you ever passing drop in. You know what I will. I want to hear more about her life and have that cuppa and biscuit.