Order from chaos

It’s been a while since I had the urge to write anything, and an awful lot has happened in the last 2 weeks. There’s been the new kitchen, the adapted bathroom, the runs to the dechetterie (tip), and the endless painting. The main thing is that although we’re still camping in some ways (trying to find a towel is interesting) there are improvements  in our living conditions every day.

Now that the kitchen is operational (first meal cooked from scratch was Fajitas on Thursday) the bathroom is next on the list. This may sound like it’s in the wrong order, but thanks to our former landlord we have the keys to the old place for a few more days yet.The bathroom was finished in a quite foul rough Artex kind of way, designed to absorb nicotine and pick up as much dust as possible. After a few discussions French friend José said he would be happy to skim it with a layer or two of plaster, and at a later date, replace or lower the ceiling with a false one. A fine idea, as even the lights were quite foul. Off came the radiator, the loo was unbolted, and José set to.

So with other priorities (like trying to earn money while doing all this) being sorted, the bathroom is having a few days in the limelight. The skim was pretty rough and ready (or French as we like to call it) so some tidying up with a scraper and an old chisel was needed, then a coat of white paint on everything, back on with the radiator, and Sir Bob is indeed your Mother’s brother. Although I have braved the nicotine and

cobwebs in order to feel vaugely clean, it is now getting to the point when invited people can use the bathroom without feeling like they have been in some kind of dungeon.

There are a lot of things I could write about the last couple of weeks, but the biggest one has to be the help we have had from everyone. From transporting furniture and clothing, to tip runs and cleaning, there is a role call of willing helpers, without whom Annette would be in an asylum, and I would be a gibbering wreck, hugging my coffee machine in a corner of the sejour. You know who you are. Thank You All.

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