The kids are in mourning. Our beloved (if dilapidated) "party shed" is no more. That, and the two other out-buildings it was attached to.
Thank the Lord for hubby's weak bladder, lest it could've been a whole heap worse. Poor lad got up for a pee in the dead of night, almost shitting himself instead. I woke to see him doing a panic dance at the end of the bed to the lyrics of, "Oh shit, shit ,bloody hell!!", and with him all back-lit by this roaring inferno that's leaping up and out at us through the flickering curtain.
'Course, assuming he and I were simply caught up in some silly daft, (but ever so vivid) dream, I only snarl at him to move his bum, sharpish, right back into bed again before he goes to waking the whole darned house up with him, and I'm truly almost halfway to turning over to rejoin the land of nod before my brain actually catches up to my eyes.
What a fuss. Took five firemen over three hours to eventually douse the flames. We even made the local news (well in fairness, not that much ordinarily happens around these parts). When the tile roofs caved in, the entire ground shook.
Still, we were lucky. No one was hurt, and those darling, handsome fire-dousers managed to quell the blaze before it reached the house proper, thankfully sparing our home from damage. Turns out it was traced back to an electrical fault, and after months of haggling and an exchange of several and very many, many choice words, our
Um yeah, this all happened way back in August. Hey ho, I know, I know, I'm a crap blogger (shrug). Anyhoo's..
Work started in January, but I keep adding on wee bits and pieces (like a fully tiled bathroom and completely fitted kitchen, etc.). Hubby's non too happy, but the builder is sure coming to love me. Two of the outhouses have had to be completely demolished and started over, and most of the brickwork in the middle outbuilding still needs much of a thorough seeing to, but eeeeeeeee, it's going to be proper gorgeous, and a real, honest-to-goodness living quarters, good and fit enough to house none short of a king himself, once it's finally built and truly tarted up to the full splendor it deserves! Did I mention we're knocking all three buildings into one?
And for what, I hear you ask? Well. Take a seat and let me explain. See, I have plans.. aside from our annual yearly visit from our friendly hairy bikers over from the mainland at the TT, it'll also see a lot of use from our teenage kids and their abundant mates throughout the year (giving me a bit of peace to think now and then). But in the long term, I see it as possibly a half-way house into settling our Sweet Sam into some safe mode of independent living (tho' I'm thinking not 'til he's around 40 or 50, mind). That way we can still keep an eye on him, but then he can maybe learn to cook some simple dishes for himself, keep the place tidy and such - who knows? It's just a thought, but a worthwhile one nonetheless, eh? Then, whatever the future may throw out at him, perhaps he'll have more of a clue about his personal care after I'm gone. It's just a thought.
Talking of Sweet Sam, he's driving me demented. He's so traumatized from the fire, he's taking to pulling out every plug once I leave a room. I go out for a quick pit-stop, and come back to a blank telly and the lights out. Have you any idea how long it takes me to cook the Sunday roast these-days? The minute my back's turned, he trots through to switch the cooker off at the mains. Nuts!
Tons of stuff has happened since I last reported back, so at least I have something worth blogging about for the next foreseeable posts, not least of which is I've managed to repair my ancient, old embroidery sewing machine back up into good order (bless her cotton reels). Ahhh, I've missed the old girl, so's I have. She's far less cranky than she ever was before - I think maybe she's been missing me, too. Here's a couple of cushion's from a set of ten I'm presently making from scratch. I'm not too hot with the zips still, but it's coming along.. good, aren't they? (Preening..) I've settled on two themes, "Wildlife" and "Country Scenes",and no, it isn't a trick of the light, I'm doing them in two sets of colours, beige and cream, to compliment our dark brown leather sofas, when they eventually (if ever) arrive. Oh, and the material is in an upholstery suede, meaning it's washable - something definitely essential around here.
They look a bit lumpy 'cos I've stuffed them with the wrong size cushion pads (I'm waiting for the right ones to arrive), but they'll shape up right in the end.
I'll leave you with the latest on our build - construction of the bedroom is about to begin - watch this space!