Dogs. TV shows. Tribunals. Poorly relatives. Exam results. Sore bits. Pandemics.
Life has gone just a little crazy.
But it got me thinking. The Funny Little Bungalow story has been neglected. Anyone might think we had finished it, and were now living in domestic perfection…
Not true, exactly. I shall update you all with a current Funny Little Bungalow instalment forthwith;
We are living in it. We have a functioning kitchen, and two bathrooms. The Four Little Seymours each have a bedroom (-but no carpet), and there is heating. The roof doesn’t leak (bonus!), and most of the walls are painted, with a later addition of children’s handprints as a top coat. There is masking tape around most of the skirting boards, we have a few bare sockets here and there, and missing grout. My temporary free microwave and cheap dishwasher have now become permanent fixtures. Furniture has been moved umpteen times to get the configuration right. The enormous television has now landed in its final home in the sitting room, after poor Big Seymour had to move it and all its cabling three times. Tables have come.Tables have gone. We now, finally, have one of an appropriate size.
Baghdad, our own little war zone, is now looking a little more like Mecca, with its exotic tiling and new wooden floor. Big Seymour is doing his best to finish all the jobs. But there is a never-ending list.
It makes me wonder if “finished” is something we will ever be. Admittedly, it will be nice to be done with the piles of building materials outside. Hopefully, there will come a time when we have no need for them. A patio would be marvellous, and carpet would be a dream come true… I know Big Seymour would love nothing more than to be able to relax at the weekends, and simply tinker with the lawnmower, then deadhead marigolds. But with grand plans for orangeries (NOT ORGIES), car ports and solar power stations on the roof, it’ll be a while before he can rest on his laurels. Poor bugger!
But something tells me that Big Seymour is not one for laurel lounging. He announced the other week that he’d like to start up a burger van on the Downs Link, and that was after his idea to go around the local villages in a camper, cutting gents’ hair. These are things he’s thought of doing in his spare time. He was planning to fit them in around renovating the house, and rebuilding a Landrover. I am ambitious with my time. He is delusional.
But I do so admire his spirit! And I am grateful for it. Because of Big Seymour’s efforts, I can no longer claim that The Four Little Seymours live on a Building Site. And so, from here on in, this page shall be known simply as…
The Four Little Seymours.
(That is – as soon as I can work out how to change it.)
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