Once upon a time there was a lovely little sanctuary. A cosy home much beloved by its inhabitants. Favourite of all was a delightful den where they would rest their weary heads each and every night.
Then along came the dastardly demolition gang who, with raw might, destroyed their happy little nest. No corner was immune to the unrelenting pounding and bashing!
Welcome to our new reality…What was only yesterday our bedroom.
We knew this day was coming…
We just didn’t know when or what exactly it meant…
Now, don’t get me wrong. I do appreciate the reason for the work. I would rather survive weeks of this torment than have the building collapse around my ears!
I get that the areas reduced to rubble were potential disasters waiting to happen.
However that doesn’t mean I have to like weeks of unmitigated noise and mess.
And just when I was under some paradoxical illusion we could continue to survive, nay thrive, without a maid?!
One inch of dust in half a day. That’s with the bedroom door kept shut. Oh my foolishness!
Clearly we need help.