Mr Hello and I have spent the weekend making grand plans. Grand, extension sized plans.
More than needing you to spend all of your money, however, these old houses simply demand that you spend all of your time on them as well. That is what is breaking our metaphorical bank at the moment – where is all this time supposed to come from? I’m in time debt to myself and my home and I can’t seem to make the repayments.
Instead of housework, or pottering about on the allotment, or marking the several thousand school books I always need to mark, yesterday we simply curled up on our sofa together, got our laptops and measuring tapes out, and spent the day planning what we want our house to look like in a few months time.
We have a rather snazzy set of drawings that Mr H pulled together, and now all we need to do is find the people we want to turn those drawings into their wonderful, life enhancing reality.
When the house is all said and done, surely, surely then I will have some more time? That’s the way it works, no?
Until then, let’s just take small comfort in the fact that the blue in our small lobby is deliciously on point.