Aeeeerrrrgggghhhhhh.
The sound I make every time I move.
Thursday a man comes to sand back the lounge (new study), hall and main bedroom floors. Today I have scraped plaster out of cracks (ohh soooo many cracks) in the walls and ceilings, filled them, and sanded them back. The hall and the lounge are waiting for the morning so I can see what I’m doing) to be sanded.
Then I have to apply the world’s fastest coats of ceiling paint. Then there are more staples to be pulled out of the floors. Someone said I was making progress. I wish I could see it. All I can see is mess. There is nowhere to sit or stand that isn’t piled with stuff. After the floors are sanded I have to varnish them. After they are varnished it is still weeks before I can move furniture onto them.
Meanwhile I can’t empty rooms or get the uni in to assess my accommodation or get students in here to pay the mortgage. And I’m spending time plastering cracks between cupboards and walls in halls that no one will ever notice. In fact 90% of visitors to the house couldn’t tell you there was a cupboard there, let alone that the side of it was cracked! What am I doing???
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