Stud walling

The partition walls are in and the spaces have been transformed. One wall is in one of the bedrooms (Bedroon no 2) what used to be my office – a room 17ft x 16ft. The builders have created the space for the ensuite shower room and I have to admit to being quite taken aback by the transformation. It’s a room within a room and the very high ceiling makes if feel much bigger thaan the 6ft x 6ft square it is. The second wall is the one at the top of the stairs that encloses what is currently my bedroom and shower room into one suite (previously two separate rooms with a bit of landing between them). It is so cosy I wonder why I’ve never thought to do it before.

The two guys who acheived this worked like the clappers from 9-6 on Saturday and 10-6 today. Andrew and I looked on in awe from time to time and quietly admitted to each other that there’s no way we would have been able to do a fraction of it in the time they’ve taken. Would probably have taken us three weeks. Especially as I’ve not been able to do much since Thursday when I was laid low and had to spend the day in bed. Friday was not much better and it was Andrew’s day off. He insisted I do nothing until I was properly well and for once I heeded his request because I felt so lousy.

There was a point on Thursday when I felt I would not be able to write anything in time for the Writers Without Borders performance on the 9th. I was laying in bed at 8 p.m. listening to Radio 4 when David Dimbleby announce that Question Time was coming from Birmingham Convervatoir as part of Birmingham Book Festival. That jolted me. If Question Time could make it I could certainly make an effort to be part of the book festival. I struggled up and with head lolling on my chest from sheer fatigue at times I managed to write a piece on ritualistic killings (or theme is Rituals and Traditions) – albeit of goats. I managed to struggle in to rehearsal on Saturday morning and surprisingly the piece was well received.

I’ve done virtually nothing in terms of working on the house this weekend – lots of paperwork and research on the web. After the mammoth vacuuming session after the guys left at 6 p.m. we went for a well earned meal at Cafe Rouge – to spend one of our buy-one-get-one-free main courses token from the Sunday Telegraph last week. It’s our day off tomorrow….but we’ll see.

About predencia

Author of novels Dare to Love and Betrayed poetry anthology Raw and blogger
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