It's been four weeks since my last entry. We've moved from Week 9 or our six-week flat remodel into Week 13. With luck, the builders will wrap things up soon.
We're exhausted. We really are. We've had enough of being crammed into a small bedroom in a shared flat. We've had enough of the daily site visits to document both successes and screw-ups.
According to the latest revised schedule, taped up on the floor-to-ceiling radiator in the living room last Monday, we are supposed to move back in at the weekend. I don't see that happening. We have a toilet, but that's the extent of the functional plumbing.
At least there is light at the end of the tunnel, and the work that has been completed looks great.
And we haven't killed each other! Both of us are strong-willed... "stubborn" even. Acting as a "team" has historically been our greatest challenge as a couple. At some point during the build, though, we identified our individual strengths and have assumed appropriate roles. I handle structural and plumbing issues, Number Two takes care of the electrics and aesthetics.
I suppose that begs some elaboration. We started the remodel a few years ago. Drawings were made and a Schedule of Works was written. However, we were unable to find a builder who could deliver what we wanted within budget. At the time, our relationship was going through a rocky patch. At the time I felt the setback was a blessing in disguise, that if we'd been subjected to the stresses and strains of a building project it might have spelt the end for us.
That's relationships for you. Three years on and we're fighting from the same corner, working to turn our dream into a reality.
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