So we have stairs, but not; a kitchen - well not until mid September, a bathroom - currently, a ceiling in a few rooms, plumbing- seems a little missing, I know I'm starting to whinge. The kitchen is my biggest area of concern, whatever the Met Office say this year, it will be the summer of bbq's in our house. I have started to google medieval meat preservation strategies, but I don't know if Middle England sells that much salt.
It's a good thing I haven't shown you a picture of the bathroom, I don't think this post is where I will share my toiling strategies. But I'm sure you get the gist.
So the next four weeks are critical in our world. Overworked husband is not amused and I'm wondering why in my current despair, we have no red wine or chocolate in the house.
Any stories of empathy or urban survival much appreciated.