Then the bit when we were taking the picture hooks out of the wall and it turned out that one of them was through a water pipe and we had a proper cartoon fountain going on and we had to get the emergency plumber.
Now the painting.
I am absolutely not complaining – especially as I’m not doing any of the work myself. (I suspect that I was the one who put the guilty leak-making picture hook in the wall to begin with so it’s just as well.)
But somehow, the house being in temporary chaos is sucking whole days of time and energy out of my life.
Life is still lovely. And one of the odd things about being out of step with the normal way of things is that it makes me more likely to notice what I would normally walk past.
A teeny snail.
How lovely a well-stocked logstore looks.
A sleeping bee.
(I swear it was asleep. It was 5.45 in the morning. I was going to catch a train. I got right up close and it didn’t react at all. I hope the hive wasn’t worried about where it was.)
And I’m really looking forward to Friday, when the carpets are fitted, and we get our house back, and someone else puts in the nails for hanging the picture hooks.