There’s a great pile of timber and plasterboard in the garage, and an almost equally huge pile of dismantled flat-pack storage leaning against the wall in the living-room, pending removal to somewhere harmless and out-of-the-way in the house. Graham has started out on the great living-room make-over.
Dolly looked at me most earnestly and with a slight air of puzzlement yesterday evening as she and I settled down to watch Doctor Who (a repeat) on TV.
“It’s alright, Dolly,” I said to reassure her. ”He knows what he’s doing. And you and I have lived through it all before.”
She snuggled up a little bit closer for all that. So did I. Neither one of us relishes major construction projects, not in our nice, warm comfy living quarters we don’t.
And, lo and behold! This morning the builders arrived to start work on next door’s loft extension.
“Lost is my qui-et, forever,” I sang in my best baritone.
“Nah,” said Graham. ”Not forever. It’ll all be done in time for Christmas.”
Mayhap. Interesting times are here again.
