After a day of noise aplenty, this evening is extremely quiet. Even the pigeons have packed up and left
Downstairs is now a full-on building site, and barely feels like our house at all
That’s OK. I know there has to be a time like this, when there is less house than there was – literally, as we are three walls down from my last visit. Numerous pickups loaded with rubble from the false walls and the huge stash of charbonne have been a sobering reminder that there are some things best entrusted to the ‘better equipped’ than we are. We could not have done this part of the work
Newspapers show that the last time anyone lit a fire here was January 1973. Makes sense
The house is temporarily without radiators, and the hallways are suddenly broad and impressive. Every single pipe of any sort in the house has been cut with an angle grinder. Plus, the sink, the bidet and the disgusting laughing toilet are all gone
** That’s the last of the toilet humour, I promise
The defunct monster boiler and fuel tank have been removed, as well as three monolithic cookers of various weights and ages, two of which were up on the second floor and required huge effort to move. There is a double bed wedged into the top staircase at the moment, yet somehow that doesn’t seem important. The air is thick with dust and I have retreated to let it settle overnight
But I feel that it has been well worth coming down for this. There is now a definite commitment on both sides and stuff is happening
There will be a bathroom of sorts this summer. And a (relatively) clean area to make toast and coffee until we get a kitchen built
Feels good. Feels really good
Poshbird with Passion 