1. Even bigger hole in wall – check
2. Demolition of fitted wardrobe – check...
3. ...leading to even bigger hole in wall
4. Gas fire disconnected – check
5. First skip booked for next week – check
6. Demolition Squad booked for next week – check
7. Mummy prepared for dust – nope.
I do not like the dust part. I know it’s a means to an end but I don’t like the dust part. I had to wipe the mouse on my knee before I started typing, and the keyboard feels weird as it is covered in an ever-so-fine film of dust.
The fact that our computer is within a metre of the wall that was being demolished didn’t faze Project Manager, didn’t even faze him enough to cover the computer – argh! I, rather belatedly, threw my dressing gown over it once I realised he was actually removing plaster from the walls.
The plaster on the wall is a ‘good solid layer’ as my father-in-law said. It’s about two inches thick, and lime-based. For anyone that doesn’t know what the implications of ‘lime-based’ are it means a dry dusty smell permeating your nostrils, a strange almost sticky dust coating on skin, hair, furniture and – the worst part – a dry sore throat making you parched and thirsty as the lime sucks every last drop of moisture from your mucus membrane.
OK. I think I’m being melodramatic now but you get the picture. I don’t like the dust part.
Now where’s the brush attachment for the vacuum cleaner...