5th July - Let the building commence!

Let us go forth and pay money to have the whole house smashed to smithereens! Let us happily live a life of filth and dust for a month or so, all in the name of renovation!

Argh!

Today we have officially given the go ahead for the builders to come in and transform our house; currently 'retro' pad circa 1953, and morph it into contemporary, yet classic haven of homeliness.

Two weeks from today it begins, oh my word!! I am hugely excited but at the same time ever so slightly terrified. Hubbie and I recently watched one of those 'Houses from Hell' programmes, you know the ones, where some builder (portrayed generally as some sort of demon from the very bowels of hell itself) makes a right royal muck up of someone's beloved house then skips off into the distance without a forwarding address. Normally, we would give these sort of programmes a miss. However, we watched this one with avid and gradually more and more horrified interest, imagining our own house literally disintegrating around our ears, until we'd pretty much convinced ourselves that was what was going to happen.

We keep trying to block it out of our minds, but it keeps creeping back in, that horrid little niggly thought of 'oh god, what if it all goes wrong...'

But I am sure it won't. I am sure it will look marvellous and I will merrily skip through my new custom made pad, blithely holding social events and coffee mornings like a true mama. (or not...)

D has decided, only a few weeks after mastering the crawl, that all fours is simply not good enough. Oh no. He is determined to be fully bipedal now. Any available ledge or firm construction is fair game to pull himself up with, and his little tentative steps as he edges around the sofa / coffee table / my legs, are really rather cute. Until he loses balance, falls heavily on his little arse and screams in outrage. That is what he is doing at the moment actually, scooching round the coffee table and trying to grab one of his toys from his basket at the same time. Recipe for disaster, me thinks!