As many people will have gathered I am having building work (heavy building work I might add like re-plastering walls and ceilings) but I am pleased to say that my large back room is virtually finished now.
I mean, finished from the point of view of the main work; not in regards to me refurnishing it. I have ordered a fitted carpet for early next week for a start and then I’ve got to see about getting a new table. The beautiful old mahogany one I had finally fell to bits and I had to agree to send it to the ‘table heaven’. That was last week. Its quite funny really as one of the builders came in and said . . . “Och do ye want me to throw that table ooot because its got woodworm in it”. (you might have gathered, he was Scottish!).
“Yes, just fling it”, I told him. I really couldn’t be bothered to argue but there wasn’t any woodworm. What had caused the damage was it a deluge of water and wet plaster burying it in 2002 when part of the ceiling fell down in 2002. Woodworm? I thought they only lived in dry conditions!
Its really strange seeing the room so empty and hearing your footsteps echoing around from the bare floorboards. Its size is even more apparent now and I’ve made a resolution not to let it get cluttered up again. Its strange standing there in the quietness; just looking at it and picturing it how it was . . . I remember thinking how some rooms seem to be almost ‘individual’ with a life entirely of their own. Its almost as if the walls have their own memories and relay these for you when they know you’re giving them some attention.
Silly? Not so sure. So much happened in there that the memories would have to go somewhere. And where else could they feasibly go really other than to remain in the room? I have always been fond of that room. It is almost as if it ‘speaks’ to you as an old friend to give you back the memories. My God. There really are enough of those, but some are not re-printable here! Well, it always was a bedroom (and will be again) – just put it like that!
Anyway, that reminds me. I may well be forced to get another double bed. The other one broke in half while being cleared out. Might just leave that for the moment though to save expense (its TRUE, have you ever seen a rich witch?!) and just try and screw the other one back together.
There’s still a lot of work left to do, but I’m getting there . . . slowly. (My God, I keep talking about getting a new secretary; I’ll need another wife if things keep going like this!). On that point in parenthesis, anyone got any offers?! Applicants should have dark hair, be sweet, loving and gentle and – most importantly of all – be prepared to put up with a total failure who still can’t stop smoking! Only joking!
On that note, I suppose I’d better finish for today. Loads more writing to do tonight, so I’d just better get on with it!