However, needs must, and the main thing is to get it all done, and to gird my loins and grit my teeth for the difficult duration, and to put up with being without access to the kitchen, laundry, back door, etcetera, doubtless having dust and rubbish everywhere, not to mention hammering, noisy drills, and mess, mess, mess. Ideally I could go away, have some days at a beach far far away, leaving a competent and inexpensive overseer in charge, and come back to find it all finished and gorgeous, and costing much less than the estimate. Not that I have an estimate as yet. Just a wild imagination. Well, one can dream!
What with the hole in the floor, I thought perhaps I should leave it uncovered in the hope that it all dries out a bit, but then I bethought me that leaving a nice easy entry to any nearby rodents might be a really bad idea. The rat would invite all its friends and family and awful extirpations would be needed. So at night I will cover up the hole with the piece of marble, which originally came from Old Parliament House when something or other was being renovated, and which has been hanging around my house ever since waiting to be used as a pastry board, or the slab on which to pull humbugs. The marble slab is heavy enough to keep rats out.
As I do not wish to have to drive around Sydney looking at flooring places, getting lost and even more stressed, I think I must content myself with those in the vicinity. And I must just hope that I make the best decisions and manage to endure it all. I have not had to deal with many building matters in my life and it is all quite scary.
Yet another light globe has gone bung, and I cannot reach it. I think I might need to buy a bigger taller ladder, or maybe perhaps just to have an annual light globe changing event, presided over by Bruce, the very tall and helpful handyman. I have a nasty feeling that the bathroom light is so high and awkwardly placed that a ladder won't fit into the available space.
What with all these things to worry about, it has not been possible to worry about such major issues as the emissions trading scheme, or the alcohol fuelled violence at Kings Cross, let alone even contemplate the joys of the Olympic Games.