Yes, renovation is damn hard.
So, how has this working week gone so far?
Well, first of all the sheer weight and volume of wood needed for our thirty foot long kitchen diner at the village house meant that making a few trips in the car was a complete NoNo.
So we saw our friend Laurent in M. Bricolage and organised a rental van as they no longer deliver from our branch!
Unfortunately the first van available was today. We arrived to find our wood and insulation already loaded (Laurent is a SAINT) and risked it down our tiny street to unload into the house. As only mid morning, we did not expect there to be any passing cars.
Sod’s law of course dictates that every time WE unload anything we block the street.
And so it was; as soon as we opened the van door two cars appeared. Car one contained a grumpy person. Car two disgorged a very nice Frenchman who helped us carry the wood in.
Trev managed to overbalance, he saved the wood at the expense of toppling over himself. He seems to be merely bruised and the big padded coat saved major injury. The bin man, the good samaritan and several elderly neighbours are now outside our house enjoying the impromptu cabaret and some are quite alarmed ( obviously the jungle telegraph has alerted all and sundry to his 2014 health scare).
Madame was concerned and came to assist, five foot nothing and 94 with a gammy leg the offer was kind but not constructive.
He’s OK I promise.
I’m not, my nerves are shredding slowly ……