Well the roof went on and that's a good thing. I have to keep telling myself about the good things because we've hit that bit where there are lots of bad things to talk about.
There's the filth and the scraping up of debris from the bath and so on.
Except I can't complain so much about that last bit anymore since the bath is now but a damaged memory. And since our shower used to be above the bath that's gone too.
Along with the ceiling and roof and then bit by bit both the walls and floor went too.
Of course you can't get the new stuff without first losing the old, so I'm knowing this too will pass but that doesn't mean I HAVE TO LIKE IT.
And when we turned off the power today to stop the electrician frying himself in amongst our exposed wall studs and we forgot to first turn off the gas heating and then smelled some kind of strange molten plastic burning odour and realised that we had KILLED the heater I most certainly was not liking it. Oh no I was not.
And if you live in one of those parts of the world well familiar with snow and seriously freezing temperatures you may think I am a wimp to be so easily pushed over the edge, but when you get out of bed at 6.30am and it's 5 or 6 degrees and the only thing between you and the outside world is a curtain and a bad attitude, well it can be hard to see the lighter side of it. Especially when you and your children and your bed hair have to go out into said world to kindly neighbours for cleansing and then go to some other kindly friends to pass the time in a house where you can actually pee and feel the blood returning to your extremities and you haven't managed to go shopping for groceries in you can't remember how long and you can't find anywhere to put the next load of wet washing because there's already a clothes horse full of wet washing and the dirty washing is all over the living room floor and you and your partner are both so exhausted that you can't even remember what kind of take away food you had last night or why you agreed to be a volunteer on a management committee and you are so freaked out by how much money you are paying out to various suppliers and timber yards that you need a ready cash float in the tens of thousands and you find yourself taking an infant who really should be asleep in bed out in the cold and wet to schlep around to buy a bath which is a non-standard size and which you need TODAY and then a great big phone book size mound of paper arrives in the post for you to start the background reading for the new job you are supposed to start on Monday which you have no idea how you will fit into your life and both the plumber and electrician (who are both nice and reasonable people) answer the phone with a sigh when you call...
then it's OK to be a crabby old cow.
So it's somewhat shocking that despite it all I can do such a convincing impersonation of serenity. Let's hope this is what I remember.