I mentioned in my post ‘In need of Improvement’ that Son and Daughter in Law were soon to move into a house that needed substantial renovation. They eventually moved the day after lockdown began which meant that our intended help was curtailed. Currently they have no kitchen (even the the sink unit shown in the photo has now been removed) , no main bathroom, a shower room/toilet still under construction, no ceiling (in some cases), plaster being removed from the walls (replastering to follow) and brick dust everywhere. Everywhere. Anyone who had undertaken even the smallest building project will know that it really does get in every nook and cranny. As I type they have a portaloo in the front garden next to the pavement. This morning they have been advised of a sewage pipe problem….and it’s not looking good 😦
At present they are pretty much living in a couple of rooms at a time depending on the work. There is a total rewire to be carried out and a new heating system to be fitted. Since the work began late due to a hold up in the sale, all the tradesmen who had been booked by the chap project management it, are now playing catch up and everything seems to be happening at once. Son is mostly working from home and daughter in law is a hairdresser so is prevented from working due to lockdown which means that they are there among the mess all day.
There may be worse things happening in the country right now (ARE, not just maybe) but oh my goodness, I am so stressed about it all – not just the enormity of it all, but also the fact that they have workmen in and out all day and at a time when we are not supposed to have even one visitor (workmen are exempt) this worries me terribly, and I’m not even the one living there! Perhaps it was this bad when I was living through a renovation but I was almost forty years younger than I am now and took it in my stride. Right now it horrifies me. They are very stoic as is younger granddaughter who, so long as she has her ipad seems able to switch off to her surroundings, but the almost-sixteen year old is horrified by the whole business. She was planning to come to us for a couple of weeks but lockdown, and the fact that her school bubble is self isolating due to a fellow pupil having tested positive (no need to explain what for nowadays, is there?), means that she has to stay at home. I hate wishing time away but for once I really do mean – Roll on next Spring!