Now the builders are here and our home resembles a scaled down version of Thornley Manor as rubble accrues and a layer of dust covers everything. I've been a mess since they arrived. Everytime the gaffer comes downstairs and calls me over, I know he's found another problem...and my stress level increases a little more.
I know I'm being ridiculous and all the disruption will be worth it in the end, but my poor old heart can't stand much more! Conversely, my partner has her nose buried in catalogues and websites, tracking down a bargain shower here and realistically priced flooring there and embracing the challenge of it all. While I freeze like a rabbit in the headlights, overwhelmed by the chaos around me, she (to paraphrase an ex-President) has the vision thing - and I'm grateful for it.
Meanwhile, back at Thornley Manor, our favourite bunch of builders, barred from the only pub in the village by Arthur Pringle the landlord, settle down to watch a video.......
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2 comments:
Oh, I wish you lots of luck and do sympathise! You are fortunate that your partner is so together about it all, moving is stressful enough let alone when there's restoration work to be done I imagine. But... fast forward a few months and it'll all be worth it. Great clip too. Yes indeed, our favourite builders. How about an in-joke from long ago that may ring some bells: "Do you want to come back to our shop?"...!
Ta-ra for a bit!
Thanks C. Earlier today I took a walk through the local country lanes and it felt like spring was in the air! The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the occasional dog-walker wished me a cheery 'Good Morning' and I remembered all over again why we chose to move here in the first place. I arrived home at peace with the world.......of course the builders will be back at 8.30am tomorrow to shatter my inner calm, but I shall do my best to remain chilled!
Oh yes, and we did have some bustin' times didn't we?.....
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