We decided that, after almost 18 months living in our ‘new’ home, we were ready to approach Blacktown Council around getting our Permanent Occupancy Certificate. They were quick to respond, and a day later we had the very same inspector that we ‘dealt’ with for our bushfire concerns out inspecting the house. You could have cut the tension with a knife.
So how did it go? To be honest, I’m not sure. He wrote a bunch of stuff down as he meandered through the house – making the occasional comment to Megan and I. Then, he asked about our bushfire protection measures.
I was having flashbacks to our troubles with Council previously and, looking across the room at Megan, I could see her head about to explode. Really? We’re going there again?
Sifting through loads of paperwork, we had to find the receipts and documentation that the bushfire protection measures were completed to spec. Even the gutter guards, which can easily be seen from the front veranda, required documentation. Simply walking out on the veranda, or peering through open windows would suffice. We were even told that our dog door was a fire hazard, as it defeats the purpose of weather-stripping the door. On the side of the house. That doesn’t face the bush. No, seriously.
We were even told that our dog door was a fire hazard, as it defeats the purpose of weather-stripping the door.
A few more comments were made around how our lighting in the bathrooms wasn’t energy-efficient (I don’t have time to wait for lights to warm up in the morning when getting ready for work), and he was gone – out the door without even letting us know what ‘ the next steps’ would be.
Did we pass? Are we good? Hello?
I didn’t expect this would be an enjoyable experience, but it was a necessary evil – one of the last steps to having official sign off on the house and putting the build process behind us. We’re close, but are we done? Your guess is as good as mine.