Power tools scream
and grown men shriek as the walls are taken down into our new extension. This is
make or break (the house) time. The back of the house is currently being
propped up by what look like oversized railway screws and the upstairs study
been turned into soup kitchen-meets-builder’s-mess-hall. Valentines dinner was served
on reused takeaway tubs and the endless search for a microwave meal with that
elusive quality- texture- continues in vain. Our relationship is being tested
to the max, as is Alex’s life expectancy, after forgetting to close the lounge
door yesterday before work commenced. We are thus playing a game of ‘guess the
mystery piece of furniture’ under the brick snow.
I am consoling
myself, as I sit here in darkness and needing the obligatory wee with urgency
only present when plumbing has been removed, with a search for our Rangemaster.
Alex wants a big American fridge freezer and this is a sticking point. After
pointing to the stainless steel lift doors at work yesterday in description of
the fridge, and my long suffering colleague saying ‘ah yes, those horrible things!’,
I am less than convinced. In partial recompense I am being allowed a range
cooker.
I have to say I am finding it hard to see the silver lining
at the moment. As I squint through the fog of drilling, I think for a moment
that I have spotted the light at the end of the tunnel. Wrong again I fear.
Alex has left the bloody door open again!
No comments:
Post a Comment