For the purposes of eliciting sympathy I shall count the building works as from when WindowMan started work and this endless miasma of dust began, the motes of all nations suspended in the sunlit air like a cataract snowstorm, giving us all our daily intake of dietary fibre whether we want it or not.
Every space is permanently covered in a heady combination of brick dust, plaster dust, loft dust and sawdust, yet it still manages to smell of wet dog. My bed is gritty.
But the kind builders have set up the old sink from the second daft kitchen into the old destroyed bathroom, making it the third exciting teeth-cleaning venue in the last week. I may try to increase my score by using the main kitchen sink (better now they've put the silicone sealant around the edge) and the one in the second daft bathroom (with The Tap That Does Not Turn Off).
During the day, some nice if persistent people knocked on the door and said they had witnessed jehovah. A builder answered and was given a lecture and a pamphlet about gods, sadly we no longer have a bonfire but I did put it to good use in the compost.
During the day, some nice if persistent people knocked on the door and said they had witnessed jehovah. A builder answered and was given a lecture and a pamphlet about gods, sadly we no longer have a bonfire but I did put it to good use in the compost.
It is bin day today so we put out a mere 13 binbags and the tall recycling wheelie bin. I think the binmen will be impressed. The electrician said he was impressed with our well-boarded loft but that he'd had to take them all away to get to the ceilings from above.
The builders have started to paint the new bathroom and have filled in a lot of the holes in the wall and even done some ceiling although electric man has made a lot of new holes to lay his cables (not in the naval sense). 
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