Raise your hand if you think I was being
extremely silly to think I could get writing done when the house was full of
carpenters.
I guess it’s unanimous.
It’s not only the noise (they’ve got a
particular saw that sets my teeth on edge [no pun intended {you know – saw
teeth?}]), or that there are several sets of fine masculine muscles wandering
around. I just plain like to watch the work. I’d be a shadow if I didn’t know
it would be really annoying to the shadow-ee.
It’s best not to annoy those responsible
for remodelling the house. In my opinion.
