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I have missed many birthdays. I had a good excuse. Apologies. At least I didn't miss this one. Many happy returns of the day comice. May times get much, much better for you and your loved ones.

I do not wish to speak too loudly but I think there is every danger that when I get home tomorrow the effing house will be finished. It's all over bar the sanding and the big row over money. It was supposed to be finished a fortnight ago but then there was a big row, all the doors were torn out and started again, and that I did not stove anyone's head in with a bucket of readimix cement was a wonder and a miracle. Of course, now the fucking roof leaks and I am skint, potless, wonga-free, pockets bare, skint.

Still, I have an exciting weekend of hoovering up the dust, washing everything clean of the dust, waiting until it dries and then starting the process again. Also repainting the two rooms I had painted because removing the doors screwed everything up again.

In conclusion: aaaaaaaargh.

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lilydale
Jul. 24th, 2009 12:33 am (UTC)
I was just thinking about you, and your "new" home! Sorry about the doors and the row and the skint, but yay for finished and no more waking up early for the builders.