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Date: 13 November 2007 09:47:04
Jack, naturally the builders and workmen made use of my brother's handy array of DIY tools and my capacity for always having the kettle on. Would you believe I went through three bags of sugar, me who never usually uses sugar at all? I hope they made allowance for that in their bill.
The architect has had a narrow escape. I am not going to sue him after all as building control have finally let him off the hook. (Not that he deserves it). I suppose now I'd better pay him. (Not that he deserves it).
I am actually signing in (while enjoying my 9-30ses in the form of a cup of coffee, two stem ginger cookies and a sit down) to report that things are progressing slowly but surely in a slightly-less-chaotification kind of way. I now appear to have a lounge. There is clutter everywhere you look, but the seats are clear and the larger chunks of plaster are relocated into a big black bin bag headed for the skip. I now just have to vacuum the floor, or maybe indulge it with a bit of a proper clean, and this room will be sufficient for me to say to any visitors "I'm so sorry, I simply didn't have time to clean and tidy before you arrived".
My next challenge is the kitchen.
Hmmm... how precisely am I going to explain to my visitors the existance of a long row of red wine bottles adorning my work surface. How is a good little TT Methodist going to explain those away convincingly. Do you think anyone will believe the true story, which is that our church is doing a charity day on the theme of music in February and they need ten green bottles to fill with water, hang from a wall, and challenge people to play "Ten green bottles" on, so my brother (who likes a glass or two of red wine each evening after his work in the extension) was asked to donate the product of his three weeks' working here and we've collected them, with a few to spare, ready for this charity do? Does that sound convincing? No, I didn't think it did!