Saturday morning and we are still in the thick of it.Tiles are going up in the shower and we have a working toilet but no sink and bathing is done with soap and face cloth. As they say in Lark Rise... "You wash down as far as possible and up as far as possible. Poor possible!"
The job is going to stretch now till Monday or so we have been told.This could be a Monday in May, how would we know? The builder certainly works hard. There is a lot of huffing and puffing and thundering up and down stairs hauling stuff. The driveway is set up to cut things that from the sound of them would rather not be cut. This attracts male attention from the neighbours so time has to be spent in discussing machinery and scratching etc. A great deal of hot air is floating around here all of it loaded with testosterone.
"Now I remember back in the day when all I had was a stone and another stone so I thought hmmm... I'll just sharpen that stone and that's how I built my first house."You get my drift.
I, lucky woman that I am, have a studio to retire to and various paying culinary chores to complete so between hiding behind a wall of turps and linseed oil and fleeing around researching where to get the best deals on apples I can be away from all this.
The Better Half gets to supervise and scratch with the guys. Everybody's happy.
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It's good to have other men to talk to about things of interest! And we don't scratch (that's baseball)
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