Tired and Cold
I remember once saying to Eddie, "I'm tired and I'm cold. Ask me something else.' To add insult to injury, my side of our dual-control electric blanket is broken. The irony is not lost on me as Eddie eases himself into warmed sheets while I grit my teeth and try not to shriek with cold as the icy duvet cover enfolds me. It is freezing. What has life held for us these past weeks? I can't write one of these posts without mentioning the kitchen (sadly). In a nutshell, anything that the builder is not responsible for, has been done. So we now have a working kitchen, an oven, underfloor heating and an altogether fabulous space. As far as the extension goes, it's still the battle of the Somme encased in concrete out there. Being without the ability to communicate, manage or plan are limitations in a builder. His current approach is to send minions round at 8.30am on Saturday mornings, presumably because that's the only time he is prepared to release them from...