This is really getting on my tits now
Werkmen come and knock hell out of our living room and the Boy's bedroom for over a week. Amazing mess and noise.
There there is a pause
Then sanding floors man comes and we have to shift all furniture out of the living room to clear it. OK.
Currently then, My office, in addition to its usual furniture, contains: a three piece suite, a mahoosive telly, several tables, about 400 cushions and other shite. The bathroom (MY bathroom) is full of PLANTS, like a fooking jungle
The landing outside contains a bookcase, corner unit, stereo system and a lamp. To get into the office, into the bathroom or anywhere near the stairs I have to breathe in
Bathroom may also require a machete in due course
Upstairs most of the furniture from The Boy's bedroom is in our bedroom making into some sort of nightmarish assault course. Other stuff (including several hundred books) spill out onto the stairs.
The dining room is being used for 'overflow stuff' so it looks like a junk shop. So does the route to the front door.
Only the kitchen is normal.
This situation will prevail, it seems, until about the 28th of this month
when we can put stuff back in the living room and will drift on into the first week of September for the Boy's room.
After that werkmen will return to destroy our bedroom
Tonight Mrs Nick springs a new set of information on me
We have another house nearby that we rent out to students. It is currently empty. She suggests we move there (during the day mercifully) so we have somewhere to sit. Mebbe
But there is a catch.
Mrs
I have bought something called a Paint Pod
and since it needs some redecorating we can do that to keep ourselves busy.'
Me: 'And what about The Boy?'
'He is going to paint the shed. while you cut the lawn'
Me: 'But but but, the lawn is 2 feet high.'
'So it needs doing then.
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