Coming soon!

Hello, dear reader!

We had a very important visitor yesterday.

It wasn’t all that unexpected, and it wasn’t in any way unprompted but, with a little luck, it will get the ball rolling on something quite exciting.

You see, our visitor was a surveyor.
Gut feelings
To clarify, we are, as I posted a few weeks back, in the middle of plans to gut and refurbish our bathroom, something that has taken some time as we wrangled funds, did our due diligence on who we wanted to do the work, considered adaptations and utility, and finally signed on the dotted line.

But it’s happening.

Yesterday’s appointment was the first stage of the final phase. We’d already had the salesman come round to do some measuring up and give us a rough quote (which then got more expensive). This time, however, the tape measure was wielded with far more precision, with each angle, depth, length, and width checked and rechecked.

Time And Space
We discussed the dimensions of the built-in ledge which will be my seat beneath the running water provided by our new, wide-headed shower (don’t worry it will be both wide enough and strong enough to more than support my generously proportioned backside), confirmed our choices of colour and pattern of the splashbacks that will replace the patchwork tiling and wallpaper left behind by the previous owners and the cowboys, sorry, 'workmen' employed by the local council under a grant scheme to improve the bathrooms accessibility (Yeehaaa! Giddyup!)

CoWe were then guided through  more of a visual, practical demonstration of where everything would go, and what it would look like, and, this done, the talk turned to dates. This was the really exciting bit, because the estimated start date of the estimated two weeks worth of work is next month (bearing in mind it’s the 24th as I write this).

That’s right, in as little as a week or so, we could be thrown into the wonderful world of building work. There will be noise. There will be mess. There will be dust aplenty, and probably that mixture of off key whistling/singing, and colourful language that marks the true professional artisan.

And it could be sooner!

Dust To Dust
Yes, apparently, there is a good possibility that we could, at any given point, get a phone call to say the work has been brought forward and can we pop round tomorrow. Being time rich and cash poor, this is something Tina and I can readily agree to.

As for the aforementioned disruption, well, that’s what coffee shops were made for. Escaping from one’s home to an idyll of calm and breathable air (I’m probably overstating the dust problem, but just go with it). I might even cave in to my (much, much) better half’s desire to visit Ikea, a labyrinth that, last time we visited, we were lucky to leave in a half a day with our sanity and sense intact (escape rooms, take note).

Of course, the thrill of excitement is so often the herald of disappointment, and, although we’ll be watching the phone and jumping at every ring, I’m more than happy for the next couple of weeks to turn in that frustratingly slow way they do. It will all be worth it in the end, I’m sure.

Waiting, after all, very much is.


Until next time…

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New Tales Of Old


Death Ship


Pestilence: Drabbles 1


Reaperman: Drabbles 3


The Musketeers Vs Cthulhu


Eldritch Investigations