The new structural sub floor looks more like a flaw to me. It remains a challenge for the imagination to see the walls with sparkling new kitchen counter. But I have to be positive: at least the general area is already white. Today being a snow-day, there is no school for me. But of course the builders also need the odd snow-day. They have already taken four this week. To keep the minus 6 degree frosty draft from blowing up from the cellar and the ground floor, I hang a curtain over the stairwell. Our two critical off-springs offer advice. Consider yourselves rich and fortunate they say.
If we didn’t have the sewer issue as well, it may have been easier to take up the suggested consideration. The street sewer needs unplugging, as there is a lurking threat in the corner of the cellar, where all my precious cooking tools and technology is stored, patiently awaiting the new kitchen. My other half is going to again see the chaps at the commune this afternoon; he will try and see the very mayor himself. We were promised a clear sewer by last Monday. On the menu tonight? Choucroute garnie with rookworst and smoky bacon.
