money money money 7 May 2008
I had one of those days where I felt simultaneously a bit flush yet very, very poor. It came about because of a meeting first thing about the extension we are proposing to build onto the house. It will be a thing of great beauty, no doubt about that, though actually just plain and classic too. And it will be exciting to have it attached. But it’s going to cost, what doesn’t? And strictly speaking we probably don’t NEED it. Anyhow, I had a great time choosing things to do with it and I want the building work to start tomorrow because the weather is good and the world is a more hopeful place when the sun shines (generally). BUT the friggin thing is going to take 23 weeks. Yes, you read correctly…it will be/should be done by Christmas. Bloody hell. I tried to go into denial about that bit but that fact doesn’t change no matter how I will it to. It’s not even THAT complicated a thing…at least I don’t think it is – all I heard was ‘pretty door handles’ and then the architect’s voice went all blah blah blah lovely sinks to choose from blah blah paint colours blah blah shower units. Let’s hope the sun continues to shine…till Christmas – I’ll need the vitamin D to keep my spirits up – haven’‘t broken the news to the Husband yet and I don’t think the cat’s going to be too thrilled either (I blame Richard as this was all/mostly* his idea) *in wifespeak this means all his fault, of course
