Monday 19 March 2018

Is the end in sight?

Well here we are with the builders laying tiles (or ceramics as they call them). Is the end in sight? Certainly in the early days of this great work, when drilling and hammering were ever present, we certainly felt like ending it all. The walls are replastered and painted, and the tiles have been delivered - ready for the sprint down the finishing straight. Unfortunately, with temperatures rising by the day, and no rain on the horizon, it may be October or November before we see whether this has all worked.

As an insurance we are heading off to the hills to look at another property, which appears to be ideal on paper ... will the reality be as good? If it is, then we may be faced with a very difficult decision. Neither of us want to move, but neither of us is prepared to spend another winter with damp and mould on the walls. So, and another cliché, only time will tell. But readers of this blog will be the first to find out what our decision will be.

Whatever happens, we shall just be grateful to have the house to ourselves. Daisy, in trainee guard dog mode, has become very relaxed with the comings and goings. Honey, the senior pet, often retires to the roof to look down on the world with a great disdain. Jaz, her daughter, wanders around with a confused look on her face. She reminds me of Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey. Perhaps she was a dowager countess in an earlier life?

My cracked ribs are easier by the day, which makes life much simpler. I was able to start driving again at the end of last week, much to Ann's relief. It's been thirteen days since my fall, and the doctor thought it would be about twenty days for them to completely heal. So his forecast was pretty accurate. I stopped taking the various prescribed painkillers a few days ago, and followed Ann's advice to reduce the dosage over a few days.


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