Today

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The electricians came.  More of our house fell gently into the kitchen.

I planted out annuals into the cutting garden and ox eye daisies into the orchard.

The chicks got lost in  the long grass.

The state of our house sent us off to our pub for burgers and very good chips.

Ian wanted to watch "Dave".  I was snotty.  QI was on and I was wrong.

It got, happily and hardworkingly and the days are too short, to bed time.

Comments

  1. Helen/patientgardener29 May 2010 at 23:01

    But it has to get worse before it can get better, will be worth it in the end

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  2. rachel29 May 2010 at 23:09

    QI is always on, somewhere. We will learn to loathe it eventually for that alone.

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  3. Pondside30 May 2010 at 02:30

    0h dear. I've been there with a kitchen reno. The children were small and we'd work at night after a full days make-a-living work. When we went to bed, sometime after midnight we'd have to lay large sheets of plywood over all the holes in the floor, just in case one of the children got up during the night. I was SO glad when it was all finished and I could stop washing dishes in the bathroom sink!

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  4. Cro Magnon30 May 2010 at 05:22

    Just remember to take plenty of photos, then you can relive the nightmare for years to come (and laugh).

    Happy rubble, Cro.

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  5. maddie30 May 2010 at 10:02

    I share your pain. With the builders in at the moment, everything is covered in dust.

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  6. BernieH30 May 2010 at 10:24

    This too shall pass. That was a mantra for us when we were also in the midst of home renovations ... it's nightmare stuff! Hang in there!

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  7. Malcolm Cinnamond30 May 2010 at 11:25

    I sympathise. We're shortly to be in the same situation - the front room and bathroom are about to be ripped out and put back together. Trouble is the builder is rubbish and very messy - it's me.

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  8. Dawn/LittleGreenFingers30 May 2010 at 13:18

    I thought you were 'snooty' about Dave but now I realise you were just 'snotty'. Presumably an unrelated state. Well, unless you have cable-channel related allergies. Which I suppose you might. I do.

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  9. Fran Hill30 May 2010 at 15:58

    This reads like a poem. I like 'more of our house fell gently into the kitchen' - there's a sense of tragic inevitability in there somewhere. Same with the chicks getting lost in the long grass. You do write well, even when you're not really trying to!

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  10. Irene30 May 2010 at 17:17

    Don't worry, the days are going to get longer still. For a little while anyway. Enjoy yourself.

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