Mr Stoatie and I have been enjoying the neighbourhood house bling while walking the dogs these past few weeks. It always makes me think of my old friend UrbanDruid, who in an attempt to wrestle the Yule period back for the pagans, made a fairy light pentagram to put up in his window. We’re letting the side down, apart from the small fibre optic tree on the front room windowsill, we have no illuminations, although I did threaten to put lights on the scaffolding if it stays there much longer!
The Builders are still with us, for the past few weeks they have been attempting to render the outside of the house, but it needs the temperature to be above 5 degrees, so in the recent freezing weather they moved on to another job. When the rendering is on, they can tile the porch roof and then the scaffolding, which is making the house dark and prison like, can go, as can the skip which has been sat on the road for months. We’ll have a load of finishing off to do – decorating the inside of the house and sorting out the ‘garden’ at the front and side, so it will be months before everything is just so, but at least we will be getting there, rather than being stuck in this suspended animation.
The whole build as took a lot longer than I thought it would. We seemed to be coping OK, even during the six weeks without any heating or the washing machine. However in November, we were skyping our younger daughter in Australia when she announced that rather than staying on as planned, she wanted to come home …..now. At that precise moment, the eldest phoned in tears, said she had split up with her boyfriend and wanted to move back in with all her stuff and her dog. Since we were living in the only three rooms of the house not being knocked apart, and the spare rooms … ahem ….. their rooms were floor to ceiling in boxes, it presented us with quite a challenge. With a bit of chivvying we managed to get both the rooms habitable. But the stress of builders, ‘kids’ and a barely house trained dog has been taking it’s toll, hence the lack of posts. Although a lot of what has happened is funny in a way, I just didn’t have the strength to go over it all again for the blog, not without it becoming a sort of pity party which is not how I usually face life.
Anyway the build is almost over, I only have three days before I finish work and on Saturday we’re off for a week in Scotland with Mr Stoaties side of the family, so things are looking up!