The men in black arrive. Black work trousers, black fleeces, woolly black hats pulled down to their eyebrows - the asbestos removal specialists. Yes, our problems have only just begun, asbestos was found in the ceiling - this has slowed down the renovation process till it is all removed and before the driers can be installed. The ceiling is being removed as I write; not just the ceiling that was damaged but the other half of the room too. As I said - the nightmare continues.
Outside the sky is still blue, the daffodils are still blooming, the blackbird continues to wake me at dawn, but it hardly registers. I am not the sort of person to rant and rave and throw my hands to the heavens - I hold it all in and quietly seethe, like a kettle on the boil that whistles and demands attention, till the lid blows off. Remaining cheerful is hard, when your home, which should be a sanctuary, is being torn down around you. Writing it down helps ease the pressure but it doesn't really solve any problems - we are just living day to day waiting for the next step in the long journey to recovery - the estimated time is now some six weeks hence - if the time spent already is anything to go by I won't be holding my breath.
The men have gone after a lot of banging and hammering the ceiling and coving has been removed leaving exposed wires and beams - it took them five hours, they have left the floor spotless with no dust or debris - good workmen who just got on with the job efficiently. The driers come in on Tuesday. It is like a summers day today - thank goodness for a garden to escape to and leave the turmoil behind just for a little while.