Imagine

Home is an elusive concept at the moment. When we got back to the Piccadilly Line from the Village just over a week ago our new house was like a building site with a film of dust everywhere and in a completely uninhabitable state. Now, just over a week later we have one bedroom painted (rather tastefully) and the hope of the bathroom and toilet being finished and fully functional in the next day or two. When that happens we’ll be in a position to sleep there. We can see in friends’ eyes, immense relief that they are not in middle of what we are and thanking their lucky stars that their own house is perfectly fine. I must say, that while I am looking forward to the day when we don’t have to visit such places as Wickes and Homebase, situated as they in dismal enough locations near dual carriageways, cutting through outer urban wastelands, I realise we are more blessed than not. Despite our fleeting hardship it’s rewarding to see the creeping progress as one day gives way to the next. Each evening brings a new wonder – and sometimes horror. We are just holding on to the vision of 3-4 weeks hence and imagining where we’ll be then.