14th December 2017
I converted the kitchen into a pile of rubble. It was a dirty job, but it’s progress.
The builder turned up, and wasn’t phased by the job. Removing the wall between the living room and the kitchen was the simplest, the old fireplace would require a bit more thought.
Mid afternoon Antony the electrician arrived.
We talked through the job, and he went away to tot up his numbers, and send me a quotation.
That evening I went to my son Ryan’s home where I would be staying for the next few nights. Yet again I was relying on other people’s generosity to get me through, and it is hard for me. I have this wreck of a house that I cannot live in,…………yet, I am not used to being so dependant, I feel grateful for every cup of tea, and slice of toast, I’m not actually in control of anything at the moment.
I do need to see this through, it will be great, but I have to build a realistic timeline, and I can only do that when I get information back from the trades.
It is frustrating not being able to tell Kelli when I am flying back, but if I have to wait for the jobs to come together, then I might fly back in between, that is the freedom I have, I guess.
Another Lifetime to go 