I am going mad already. And they've only been building for...er...half an hour.
We've (predictably) already run into problems. Nibbler the architect not only positioned a velux window above a partition wall (not a good look, having half a window in each room) but also forgot to factor in a chimney breast. A big chimney breast. In a very small room.
Deep breaths.
This morning was spent clutching a very wriggly D (who was intent upon scaling up and down the entire length of my body whilst hanging on to my shirt and my hair) whilst listening to the two builders humming and harring over the architect plans, and basically saying they were all rubbish. They then calmly informed me that I would have no hot water until Friday. Let the weeping commence.
However, I have to say, the head honcho, the builder in charge (lets call him the BFG for now, as he's about 6ft 7") is marvellous at calming my shattered nerves. 'It'll be ok' he keeps telling me reassuringly, as I trail around the house after him, like a worried school kid. He then tells me that he'll strip our doors and strip the staircase too, hopefully revealling all the original stair spindles and banisters. I feel myself relax. Spindles and banisters. We're on familiar ground again. Keep chanting it like a mantra. Spindles and banisters. Spindles and banisters. S p i n d l e s and b a n i s t e r s......
And now, D and I are holed up in the lounge, barricaded in from the plumes of dust and the stomp of endless feet, of builders and plumbers and electricians plodding up and down the hallway. Our little peaceful haven! (If only I could just completely ignore the wallpaper in here, which is currently creeping down the walls, at the rate of about 2mm a day. We really did do a CRAP job of wallpapering in here...)
Fingers crossed that the BFG makes our house beeeyoootiful....
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