I’m very, very tired now.
We have been living at the new house for several days now. We’ve had our first overnight guest, who commented how comfortable and homey the place felt already, so we’re doing something right. And suddenly, we’re both totally out of steam. Not really a big surprise, but there are still so many things to do and so much stuff still to sort out and either move on or move in. It has been weeks of relentless action, and while that has paid off in terms of speed of renovation, I have nothing much left in the fuel tank. The last few days have been especially taxing. Here’s a sample:
On Sunday, I was brushing my teeth and felt something swimming around amongst the froth. I assumed it was a bit of breakfast. Nope. It was a fair chunk of my back molar. Oh wonderful, just what I needed right now. I called for an emergency appointment on Monday morning, got one, and instead of the extraction I was dreading, she fixed me up beautifully and virtually painlessly, but it was a stressful time, being my first ever major dental work. Also on Monday we rented a small truck with a tailgate lifter for some of the heavier stuff, like the fridge, our armchairs, several book cases, etc. Turns out that if you only have it for 24 hours, you really have to hustle to drive about, load, secure, unload, etc, so everything had to be done at top speed. And finally, this morning we were attempting to put up the bracket for wall-mounting the tumble drier, and despite carefully checking and marking the location of the water pipes….. Yes, well, after turning off the water, calling the plumber, etc, the screw-hole straight through the centre of the cold water pipe was fixed fairly quickly, but there was a fair bit of mopping to be done.
1) We had to put the car in for testing the alternator we’d had installed, as the battery still wasn’t holding a charge. They tested it, it’s OK, and they didn’t charge us! (We also got a major discount on a new battery). 2) The repair of the water pipe in the laundry was done for nothing by the lovely Keith the Plumber. 3) And finally, at 3.30pm, knackered and in full zombie-mode, we went to a well-known fast food outlet for a dose of sugar and fat. And there, the Husband got a free large French fries, by accident. That wouldn’t have done much for me, but he was happy!
So all in all, we’re feeling only very weary instead of totally frayed and exhausted.