The layers of dust are building up nicely.....let's hope they aren't accumulating in our lungs at the same time. A camping lifestyle has been fully embraced - not much access to the kitchen now due to the steel work going in. Relatives and friends are being just grand. And by the way putting steel work in looks damned hard work and full of potential frustrations to get it just right. A good job to throw lots of choice swear words at.
My husband has proved how good he is at squeezing the most
clobber, stuff, rubbish, necessary belongings into the tightest of spaces. I have friends scouring the local area for cardboard boxes in which I can pile more necessary belongings. It's not all bad a friend asked for a cake tin the other day and miracles of miracles I was able to delve into a box and retrieve it with no trouble. Having said that coloured pencils and felt tips seem to have disappeared into the great wilderness of
unnecessary things that is the front room.
The best bit though of this last week? A brick match man came to visit to advise the builder on yes you've guessed it the best match of bricks to our existing building. I am quite tickled brick pink that there is such a man whose sole job is to match you to your brick. He knows texture, colour, size, history, where to get them, everything. Apparently our perfect brick is the Radcliff Smooth Red and lots have been arriving, providing breakfast entertainment for the children. I feel I may have lost my way in life - I could have been a brick match lady.
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