After a nice, calm weekend of cooking, taking long walks by the lake, and visiting friends, we were jarred awake at the *ungodly hour of seven a.m. sharp to the sounds of bashing and tearing and loud voices. The contractors have arrived. Two words spring to mind: hallelujah and merde.
We have never had the luxury of having help on our house. This is like a dream come true. They're coughing and moaning about the dust. They're lifting heavy beams and moving insulation rolls about scratching all the while. Them, them. them. For once not us. On the other hand the house means a lot more to us than them. Will they be careful? This house is our baby. They don't sound like they care very much bash, crash. Jesus.
I seem to be losing internet connection at an alarming rate. I don't know why the work upstairs seems to affect the reception but I hope I keep it for the whole week. Hell, I hope I keep my sanity for the whole week because Little S and I staying here lakeside all week long: hallelujah and merde.
As piles of dust fall on top of my **beloved stereo all I can do is continue to chant the mantra indoorshower, indoorshower, indoorshower...
*Little S and I aren't morning people
**belovedly followed closely in attachment by my digital camera, the computer, my cookbooks, an old pair of Birkenstocks, and the ceramic dishes bought at a brocante in Blois
3 comments:
well I love your words that come to mind. hehe.. WEll put. I do hope the job gets done fast so that you guys are back to sleeping... :)
Relish in the fact that THEY are doing the work, not you! It must be nice! Well, except for the dust on your precious things and the internet connection.
No I'm extremely happy avout our little men in blue. It's like Christmas around here. You know the internet has been strangely faithful today, go figure.
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