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I’m sorry I didn’t have time to write you a shorter post.
My life has taken a turn for the better and things are looking up at last. We suffered a most depressing winter, with plaster everywhere, and every room in turmoil. A local plumber and a local decorator have forged my faith in tradesmen anew, after the debacle with the saboteur plasterer. I still have the spare bedroom to decorate and the lounge flooring to sort; but things are back to normality again. I can take a shower, find my clothes, get to my guitars, and cook a meal.
I believe it was worth the trauma we suffered, to get to the levels of insulation we now enjoy. You may recall, the reason we embarked on this adventure, was to fit foam-backed plaster board inside all of the exterior walls, to make up for our lack of a cavity. Previously, the boiler was running at full tilt and we were still cold. Now, I’ve turned down all of the radiator valves, I hear the boiler fire up only intermittently, and we’re as warm as toast: result!
I didn’t realise just how much the situation at home was getting us down. We were snapping and snarling at one-another, falling out over nothing. I was looking for excuses to stay late at the office. All tribute to poor Maeve, who had no such escape available.
“All’s well that ends well” said Billy the Bard. We’re smiling now.
