At 7.30am this morning the builder, the plasterer, the plasterer’s buddy and the plasterer’s boss all arrived on our doorstep. Not cool. Thankfully I was up and dressed. My mum wasn’t so lucky, she’d just jumped in the shower. I had to take her clothes down to the bathroom, as they’re working on her wardrobe and ensuite in her bedroom.
The lounge last week. It now looks more under construction.
At the moment our dining room, lounge and kitchen are unusable. Our dining room is full of boxes, all over the dining table, under it, around it. Basically we can’t use our dining table! Our lounge is being plastered, so all the furniture is in the middle of the room under sheets. And our kitchen has the bare minimum, no dishwasher, an oven that doesn’t work and a stove top that only has two working elements.
Thank God it is summer. We are living on salads and cold meats (which is amazing for the waist line!) and having to retreat to my younger sisters bedroom as it’s the only one with a working TV. The smallest TV in the whole damn house!
The whole event would be far more exciting if the builder, plasterer, plasterer’s mate or plasterer’s boss were cute!! Bring on the plumbers, painters, carpet layers and tilers! Already met the electrician, he’s about 50.
