The Rooflessness Ends

Yesterday, a major event happened. Big Seymour put the last of the tiles on the roof of The Funny Little Bungalow. This means that I can no longer claim to be roofless.

Being roofless has been interesting. There is something about having no roof that appeals to my dramatic side, and on the odd occasion recently when I have lost the most recent school letter and have failed miserably to return permission slips, if I just nonchalantly just chuck it out there that I have no roof, somehow, all is forgiven.

There’s an element of pity in the eyes of some when they realise we live in a shed. Others are dumbstruck. Some, dare I say it, even envy us our “journey”, although they are few in number, it’s true. But now we actually have a new roof, I must stop making declarations of woe, purporting to the state of our naked batons.
For they are now fully dressed.

Standing and looking at our bungalow is a surreal experience at the moment. It’s the same, yet different. But the one thing that struck me, as I swept up the flat roof last weekend, whilst admiring the glorious views from our very own ramparts, was that I have seen every single little bit of this newly rejuvenated house come into being. And then I realised that this was rather a self-important way of looking at things, and what I should actually say is that Big Seymour has crafted every inch of this new roof with his hands, and a few power tools.
That is rather an achievement.

So, we are going to take some time to reflect on this achievement, and try not to worry that we are haemorrhaging money, or that there is still such a very long way to go. In this moment, we plan to take stock of all that has been accomplished since April Fool’s Day, when the Four Little Seymours, Big Seymour and I moved out, and began our renovation in earnest.

Thank you for reading about our adventures – whether you’re in awe of them, horrified by them or wish you were doing the same (!). I’m grateful to every one of you for showing an interest in our endeavours, whatever your persuasion.

Here’s to the next chapter!

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