Fernando seems to have finished. There are probably a few little things to fix, but basically, suddenly, we have finished. The rubbish has been taken away, the garage tidied, most of the paint spots have been wiped off, the dust is less, and the paint is left to harden. It is hard to believe that the end is in sight.
There is still much dust to be removed, and much to be put back in place. I cannot find my medical referrals, although a couple of prescriptions have turned up. When I say turned up, I actually mean that countless sorting through things has finally revealed one or two of the lost items. Much chaos still abounds. Sometimes, alas, I think age and decrepitude are overtaking me.
I am now in Canberra now, set for a week's babysitting. Actually what I really want to do is to rest and sort myself out. I feel quite exhausted. It will have to wait, the rest, that is. Week 12. I have yet to calculate the total cost, and to think about all the other things on whih I could have spent all this money. However it all did have to be done.
Today I loaded my car up with lots of books and crochet, so as not to run out of things to amuse myself with, while childminding.
Sydney was hot when I left. Here it is quite chilly.
Although Fernando worked hard, there were things about his modus operandi which drove me mad. He'd seize tea towels and use them to wipe paint off things. The tea towel would be ruined. I had to remonstrate about the fact that these things were not actually disposable rags. He'd grab my little sharp knives and leave them bespattered with paint or glue. He soaked things a good mug filled with turpentine. I do not like having to remonstrate about such things. Obviously I am a fusspot! And I am used to being by myself. I n many ways I am lonely, but on the other hand having someone in the house for a whole 12 weeks has been too much: I need my own space.