I came away from the house feeling decidedly less breezy and promptly wrote a REALLY good email to the architect and head builder. If you have ever written a REALLY good email you'll know what I mean - every word was perfectly chosen; action points for the architect were in red and bold; the whole thing was subdivided by category and numbered in order of priority. When I worked at the BBC I'd write one of those emails every couple of months, and for weeks afterwards unfamiliar Radio 4 producers would stop and press coins into my palm in the bustling corridors of Broadcasting House. That's how good those emails were.
Anyway, today was the first day I felt any kind of concern that the house might not actually be habitable by the time we move in in twelve days' time. To be fair to him, Antony "I think ahead" Cook has been having sleepless nights about this for several weeks now, while I'm only just cottoning on. Perhaps our doubts will be unfounded, but the state of the house today can be summed up by the fact our only bathroom consists of a solitary, rather sad looking shower tray plonked on the floorboards. Nothing is finished. Cables hang lazily and without apparent purpose from holes in the ceiling, floorboards grin gap-toothed. It's hard to imagine that anything like a habitable home can be achieved in only seven working days. But the removal van's booked for the 6th, and I'm thinking of keeping the tent and sleeping bags somewhere safe, just in case.
what's going on with my fonts?? Weird.
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