Working on the Cardiff house
I suppose it’s inevitable. Once you start taking apart an old house, you will find some surprises.
The roofers are hard at work. All day the tiles come clattering down the chute and crashing into the skip outside the door. At lunch, they call us to climb up the ladder and onto the roof.
Three storeys up, you get a beautiful view over Cardiff, if a bit scary too. I didn’t use to have vertigo, but I’m obviously out of practice. However, Tony didn’t ask us up there to admire the view but to see the damaged chimney which, according to him, has to come off. Too many cracks, it’s beyond repair, he says.
We ‘found’ two helpful young lads on our doorstep the day before we started to decorate. So they are here, helping with the P&D. They are learning on the job, under Frank’s tutelage. There are boxes everywhere and the dust is building up, and it’s only day 3 of many more to come.
My job is to keep everything else running. So today I finished off the tax return, did some Tango admin and made some stew for lunch. I’m also looking out for Frank, so he doesn’t get too overwhelmed by it all.
I think the main trick is to keep connected to each other. Then nothing else matters. To find a time in the morning and in the evening where we do something with each other, for each other. Even if it’s just cuddling up in front of a film.