So, I found this old photo of Trev with signs of his original brown hair colour still evident and realised that, in just seven years of double property renovation & restoration projects in the south of France, his hair has turned white!
Is this as a result of living with the renovation stress-witch? (me)
Did the herculean task of trying to drive two projects 1,000 miles away in another country give him a heart condition?( also driven by me)
Well maybe not option two, as his latest check ups show that his heart is fine, it was just one ****ed up artery that nearly killed him this year. I still wonder if he would have been so picky and driven about these projects if I had not been so obsessed with both the detail and the final flourishes. I wonder if he wishes he had picked a partner with a less acute vision of what she wants from the village house and the seaside apartment?
Well, you ask, why don’t you ask him? clearly you haven’t met the man or you would know what a silly question that is …………………………..
On a less soul-searching note, the “jackandjill” shower room is bloody bright now with two Veluxes and a pale floor. We will need sunglasses to enter when we have painted the joists and boarded out bits (just off) white
Do I paint the vintage wrought iron wash stand to match the antique mirror?
I think I need a break from any house related decisions for a bit or I will go grey too